One day, while at a party, you got into an argument with your husband because he just stood there silently when another woman approached and flirted with him.

On the way home, in his car, you were still pouting and refused to look at him, occasionally bringing up the earlier incident.

Realizing that you were still upset, Max placed your hand on his thigh and held it tightly with his left hand, while his right hand remained on the steering wheel.

Since you were still pouting, you pulled your hand away from his thigh and touch, which made him extremely annoyed.

Max then sped up the car, skillfully overtaking the vehicles blocking his way, making your heart beat rapidly.

"You're crazy, Max! We could die?!" you exclaimed with a trembling voice due to fear. Max seemed deaf, not listening to your words and continued driving at high speed.

"If you don't want to put your hand on my thigh and let me hold it, then don't expect me to slow down, darling..." Max said in his sharp baritone voice, a sly smile appearing on his lips, his eagle eyes focusing on the road ahead.