"George, you're sick!"
"You have the cure." George was also mad but did not want to argue with the woman in the street. Rather, he dragged her into the restaurant.
Nydia couldn't shout in public. That would be disturbing.
Neither could she break free. She just watched as the man dragged her away.
Gritting her teeth, she sat in the chair and glared at the man.
She kept her mouth shut, but anger was surging in her.
The waiter sensed the strange atmosphere from the side. After George ordered the dishes, the waiter walked away with relief.
Only the two of them were left in the box.
Nydia didn't want to talk to the obnoxious man.
George's face was frosty. He itched to spank the woman.
The silence was disturbing.
After a while, his cold voice broke the silence. "If you yell at me in the street again, I'll have to carry you out like this today."