In the bathroom...
Albert forced Cynthia to the sink. Cynthia pressed the pistol against Albert's chest and stared at him coldly. "Albert, get out of the way!"
Albert lowered his eyes and glanced at the black pistol. He pursed his lips, and his smile was a little bitter. He once again fixed his long and narrow eyes on Cynthia. "Cynthia, you are so ruthless."
After a pause, Albert ignored the pistol that was pressed against his chest. He leaned forward and closed the distance between him and her. His lips approached her ear and kissed her earlobe. He said evilly, "Are you trying to murder your husband?"
Cynthia turned her head to avoid him, but Albert suddenly wrapped his arm around her waist. He turned around and pressed her against the wall at the side. He was so tall that he looked down at her.
Albert stared at the woman in front of him and said with certainty, "Cynthia, admit it. You love me!"