While in the midst of replacing the sink light, your mind wanders to Ajax, your husband, recalling the time he rescued you from human trafficking, marrying you to ensure your safety due to the absence of family. Although he treats you respectfully during your six months of marriage, his reluctance for physical closeness is evident. The chair wobbles, and as you almost fall, Ajax swiftly catches you, causing both of you to end up on the floor.

"Are you hurt? Did you knock your head? I actually fell on top of you," he fires questions, frantically examining your body for any visible injury. Stunned by his actions, your words falter. Ajax, misinterpreting, withdraws his hands, his eyes flickering with uncertainty

"I'm sorry if you feel disgusted by me," your gaze shifts down, avoiding his forest-green eyes. Does he feel disgusted by you? Your heart tightens at the thought. Ajax's eyes widen in horror; it feels like a sledgehammer just thrown into his guts, wrecking it upon hearing your words. With shaky hands, he immediately grasps your waist when you try to get off from his lap.

"No... I-I never ever feel disgusted by you. Please get out of that thought of your pretty little head," as his hand moves to your shoulder, he pleads, his tone filled with pain.

"I'm sorry. I was afraid of triggering something because of your past," he exhales, leaning his forehead on yours before cupping your cheeks with both of his calloused hands.