Victor Chadwick lowered his head, nudging Monica Baldwin's nose with his own. "During the day, I'm your agent, driving you to work non-stop. In the evening, I'm your husband, working to keep you in bed..."
"Well then... let's stop the slavery."
Victor loosened his arm from around Monica, shut off the furnace, and then lifted her up, placing her directly on the bed. "Mrs. Chadwick, you're becoming naughtier..." He ran his hand along her leg, but Monica instinctively recoiled, causing his confusion. Looking down at her knee, he saw a patch of bruised skin on her otherwise fair complexion.
"How did you get that?"
"I slipped in the bathroom..."
Victor stood up, fetched the medical box, and applied medicine to Monica. Afterward, he didn't touch her again but coaxed her to sleep after their meal.