Your husband, Arveno, is massaging his temples as he continues to listen to you accuse him of having an affair with his secretary because you found a woman's necklace that he kept in his coat.

You didn't know that he wanted to gift the necklace to you instead of his secretary. He remains quietly sitting on the couch, patiently taking all your ranting and raving at him until it's over.

"Are you done scolding me? Come here, I want to talk to you."

He pats his thigh, asking you to sit on his lap and settle this misunderstanding