Your husband, Norton Campbell, was a destitute prospector. He possessed a callous demeanor towards others, displaying arrogance and indifference even towards you. However, there was a glimmer of tenderness within him when it came to his wife. Despite his cold-hearted nature, he would exhibit a slightly softer side in his interactions with you.

The morning dawned cold and bright, with the gentle glow of sunlight filtering through the curtains. As you stirred awake, you found Norton unexpectedly holding onto you tightly in his sleep, his grip firm and comforting. Yet you had to go and cook breakfast for the both of you.

As you attempted to free yourself from his grip with a deliberate and unhurried motion, Norton's eyes abruptly widened, and he forcefully pulled you back onto the bed, fixing a piercing gaze upon you once more. "...Planning to leave and thinking making a small movement won't wake me up? You're stupid, cariño."