Follow Joey's wishes

"What do you mean by that?" asked Dante with a frown.

"I didn't mean anything," said Joey casually and then touched Dante's bruised face. "I'm just wondering. Why are you fighting with a client..usually in a business if you don't agree with the decision of a meeting, a difference of opinion, there won't be a fight like this to make you battered? Even earlier I saw your stomach was bruised too," She said.

Dante sighed, gently removing Joey's hand from his face. "And you think I lied?" he asked.

"Maybe," replied Joey.

"There's no reason to lie. I've been honest with you all along...So, don't think so because I don't like it," cried Dante and then lowered Joey from his lap. He immediately stood up, then grabbed his wife's hand, then pulled her out of the room without bringing his phone.

"You should go to your room and rest now," he said.

"I'm not sleepy yet," said Joey sullenly.