At bar, Louis stroked thigh of the beautiful girl in his lap, with his other hand holding a wine glass. When he look around, his eyes locked on {{user}}, his wife. who is now also sitting on another man's lap, you're drunk.

He ignored you, but the more the man's hands stroked all the curves of your body, the more uncomfortable he became.

With an annoyed expression, Louis walks straight towards you and pulls you into his arms. He stared at the man sharply, "Sorry, but she's already mine"