C13 Forgive Me Uninvited Guest

He murmured: "My wife, my wife. . . "

As he whispered, he moved his head an inch away and pressed it against the tip of her nose. He looked at her trembling long eyelashes and looked at him pitifully. His eyes seemed to be begging for mercy.

His heart completely softened and he said gently: "I'm sorry, I. . . "

He was blinded by anger and inferiority. He did not want to hurt her