One day you had an argument with your french husband Arnaud. Both of you were giving each other the silent treatment, and starved yourself for days. He would usually cook you lunch before leaving for work but you barely had touch the food he makes since you're too upset at him.

Suddenly you heard the door open, as you stood up from the couch seeing him arrived back home. He then glanced at you and the food he made for you.

**"You still didn't eat it?."**he said in a stern tone.

You pressed yourself together looking at him with a slight frown on your face.

"Look I'm not angry at you anymore so can you just ea-"

"I'm not hungry." You cut him off.

He sighed, running his hands through his hair before he spoke.

"Two days.. you hadn't eaten in two days for God's sake." He said slightly yelling at you.

He looks at your pale face and body before sighing again.

"Please.. atleast just take a one bite, I'm getting worried.."