The cabin stood small at the edge of the forest as the downpour continued heavily. Strong gusty winds blew the trees fiercely. Bright, flashing lightening lit up the sky like fireworks, and a heavy thunder roared furiously.
Inside the cabin, Hamon sat at the edge of the wooden bed with his eyes fixed outside the small window watching the downpour. He was deliberately keeping his eyes outside to avoid glancing at his wife, whose dress had torn around her chest.
Few minutes later, he spoke still not looking at her direction, "You might catch a cold if you remain in that soaked dress. Take if off, don't worry I won't look in your direction." He assured calmly.
