John was enraged by her statement, even if he knew she wisecracked only the thought of imagining her with other men made him squint. If she was someone that he didn't love as much as he loved her he would undoubtfully punish her or leave her for having dared to say something like that.
He flicked his eyes away trying to recompose himself both inwardly and externally by repeating she was joking and trying to calm his inner bestial self from blurting out.
Roselyn frowned her forehead, cocking her head to the side, "come on." She hissed, attempting another effort, this time a sweeter approach. She took few rushed steps forward, to stretch for his arm and turn in around.
John inadvertently scoffed losing his patience, and Roselyn offended by his sudden coldness and refusal released her grip letting his hand. "Alright." She said, her voice held an edge of sternness.
