Late at night, in the hotel bathroom.
Victor Chadwick held Monica Baldwin in the bathtub, smothering kisses along her back with intense tenderness.
Monica had rolled around on the ground numerous times during today's shooting which caused some scrapes on her back. Seeing the vivid red, Victor's eyes darkened abruptly, "Are you injured?"
"Where?" Monica couldn't feel any pain, "It's probably a minor wound."
Victor, resting his chin on her shoulder, murmured into her ear with a deep voice, "Even minor wounds are not to be tolerated."
"But I envy those girls out there who can get into mischief or fights, and their husbands will come to their aid..."
"It's the first time I've found out that Mrs. Chadwick can be violent," Victor tightened his embrace, "Alright, if there's a chance in the future, I'll be sure to fight for you."
