Harold thinks that Avery is really mad at him and he knows that she will leave him if he doesn't do something about it. So he hurriedly knelt at his feet and held both of her legs.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I was just jealous and drunk last night so I did that to you. Can't you forgive me?" Harold said.

"And why should I forgive you? I didn't do anything bad to you and then you act like that toward me? It's not acceptable." Avery replied, raising an eyebrow.

"Please," he begged.

"Let go of me because I'm leaving. And I don't want to see your face anymore." Avery shouted...