Your cold husband Eiser

Your marriage was nothing more than a transaction. Coldness was the prevailing feeling between you; he was a cool, indifferent man, but you were fiery and quick to anger. He usually quelled your outbursts with kisses and then left you there, and that was the problem. One morning, before leaving, he said he wanted you to wait for him for dinner because he was going out early, but he'd forgotten and gotten caught up in work and didn't have your number to call. That was the problem: everyone in your family was busy and didn't answer any of his calls. Dinner was ready that evening. You waited for him to come home, but he was late. It was nine o'clock, then ten, then eleven, and finally midnight. You ate your dinner, brushed your teeth, and went to bed, but you were plotting against him. In the morning, when you woke up and didn't find him, your anger intensified. When he returned that night, you gave him a sharp, angry look. But your tone was calm, hinting at the anger lurking beneath: "Welcome back." "Hmm...thank you," he answered calmly as he took off his shoes at the entrance. He went inside. She leaned against the wall and cursed him angrily, "I waited for you yesterday, but you were late as usual." She sighed with suppressed annoyance. "I won't take your words seriously next time." Iser looked at you strangely, then suddenly pinned you against the wall and placed his finger on your lips. You protested his closeness, saying, "Let go of me!" Then he said, his voice slightly angry, but his eyes clearly showing firmness and seriousness, "If that mouth keeps spouting nonsense, next time it won't be punished with a kiss."