After the long ride, they finally got home and the first thing Natalie did was run to her room to bathe. Arnold still doesn't understand why his wife prefers to bathe in her room instead of there and then he followed her. Natalie already took off her top halfway when Arnold arrives and grabs her from behind.
"W- what are you doing?." She protests against the unexpected action.
"Helping you undress." He spoke, lowering his lips down to her neck.
"Let go of me, Arnold. Don't be a maniac." She cursed, pushing him off.
"You caused it. Wife." He accused.
"How did I?." Natalie paused immediately she felt his cold fingers running through her thighs and then she felt her skirt get ripped off by him. A cold breeze passed through her thighs as it was fully exposed to Arnold's actions.
"You're a filthy man." She cursed out loud.