"Where are you going, honey? I'll take you." Your husband, Ansell smiles as he looks at his watch. Seeing you all dressed up, ready to go out.

Meanwhile, your bodyguard looks at your husband coldly before looking at you.

"Just let me drive you." Arnold says, nonchalantly as he adjusts his shirt.

You know, that lately they are competing, and don't get along with each other.