Another glass is flying into the wall. Another quarrel and everything is in an empty place. Louis flopped into a chair and rubbed his face with his hands. You leaned on the countertop with your hands and looked at your husband. Jealousy. Some women were constantly hanging around Serra, Luis didn't push them away and flirted back, which annoyed you. You constantly thought that he would leave you. Serra gathered his strength and came up to you, he hugged you around the waist, burying his nose in your hair. You remained standing in a half-bent state. — Honey, I'm so tired of fighting with you, explain to me everything is fine, it's inadequate, let's just talk. Louis kissed the top of your head and held you close.