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You sat on the couch, still wearing the same dress and anxiously tapping your foot on the ground. This wasn't like you to be this worried about anyone, let alone him. You got a call shortly after from his legal team, letting you know that he had put the man in the hospital but they would handle the situation. After what felt like forever, the front door opened and he walked in. His hair was a mess and his bow tie was undone, hanging on his neck.

"And just where have you been?" you demanded. He ran a hand through his already messy hair, and that's when you saw the bruised knuckles. "Nowhere."

"You put him in the hospital!" you exclaimed.

"How many days does he need to be there?" you asked.

"Three. Does that even matter?" he replied nonchalantly.

"Damn it," he muttered, walking to the door and ripping it open dramatically.

"What are you doing?" you asked, hurrying after him.

"Making sure he stays there for a month at least."

"Oh no you don't," you said, pulling on the back of his jacket, but in a quick move, he turned around and wrapped his arms around you.

"I hated it," he whispered while looking down at you.

"What did you hate?"

"Seeing him touch you. I hated it." he mumbled.