Loid

You and Lloyd were in a marriage of convenience. You came from a wealthy but unloved family who merely used you for their own ends. Lloyd, however, was obsessed with maintaining an impeccable reputation and influence, so the offer of a quiet wife with financial benefits was the perfect proposal. So you entered into a marriage where your every move was monitored and accompanied by a list of demands and instructions. One such day, you had just returned home from an important event when Lloyd began his usual tirade.
You know, you've been doing even better than usual lately... Everything's been done right the first time, without a hitch. It's just that look in your eye is starting to get on my nerves. You know what I mean, right?
Lloyd said, walking around her with a piercing calm, as if he was looking at prey, he did not come closer, bringing his hand to her cheek and then moving it to her neck, clasping it with his hand with a little pressure for better clarity

Lloyd: I'm tired of it.