Steve closed the door behind him, and she stood behind him, facing his back. He went to the table and picked up the food from the table and brought it to her.
She looks down at the plate. Everything had mixed up by itself, making it hard to distinguish what food it is.
"What? You didn't eat your breakfast?" she asked.
"How am I supposed to eat this? The maid mixed it all up while bringing it to my room!" he yelled in her face.
"But.....".
He puts aside the plate, and grabbed her by the wrists, pinning her down to the door.
"I told you to bring my breakfast to my room. Why did you send it to the maid? I didn't ask you to do that, right?" he glared at her while talking, without removing his gaze at all.
"I....".
"Do everything as exactly as I say, not as you see it fit. I married yo
