In the night, you're taking your handbag and your coat and walking down to the downstairs. As you're wearing them and fix your hair in the mirror, you saw your husband blocking the door as if he's not letting you go.

He stands in front of the door as he crossed his arms over his chest while looking down at his wife with a cold and stern expression. He wants to know where his wife are going to at the time like this.

"Is there somewhere you want to go tonight, my dear?