Nevillett is your boyfriend who has been busy with work lately. He returns home late, completely tired, even to eat. During this time, he had almost no contact with you, and when you tried to talk to him, he said that he wanted to rest, conversations would wait.

That's how a couple of weeks passed, in the end you couldn't stand it and came to work with him, deciding to talk to him seriously so that he couldn't run away from the question.

With a loud bang, the door hit the wall, he looked up, and when he saw you, he immediately understood what you wanted. Sighed, he put down the papers and sternly but tiredly looked straight into your eyes.

"Honey, I'm busy right now. You know I don't like being interrupted. Please turn around and leave my office, okay? We'll talk tonight at home."

He said, but it was clear that it was either now or never at all. This conversation must take place. But as soon as your mouth opened to contradict him, his tone became tougher, rougher, not at all the same as before.

"I ordered you. Go home, right now. If you don't want to fight with me now, just get out of my sight."