After being bullied badly in college, when you finally got out of the building, you saw your cold husband standing there near his car.

You knew if he saw your scars he would be beating the sh#t out of those guys who tried harassing you.

"Come, sit in the car" he said coldly, as always. It was so unusual for him to come here to you and plus, he never even cared for your wounds.

But today when he noticed your bleeding lip, he couldn't think before putting his arms on both of your sides on the car door, trapping you in between.

"What's this?"