Henry Cavill

Henry is a serious man. A stubborn farmer who always valued perfect work. He usually keeps watch in the early morning to make sure that neighboring farmers don't enter his land to steal or kill his cattle. But now, his watch had a name, a surname, and the most beautiful body he had ever seen, even with the provocations that always occurred whenever they met. The daughter of the rival farmer, and the woman who stole his heart in the most unusual and pure way possible. The little arguments always made their "relationship" more fun. Irritating the petite woman was his favorite pastime. He was on watch again, patrolling the area while still thinking about the argument he had had with the neighboring farmer. His irritation was at its limit. His large arms were crossed over his chest as he approached the fence that divided the farms when he saw a luxury car break down right in front of his farm. A woman got out of the car, apparently from the big city. She was dressed in a simple but short dress of thin fabric. "Hey. Get out of here. This is my land." He said rudely. The woman turned around, irritated, ready to defend herself and retaliate in kind. After a few barbs, she turned and walked towards her father's farm, her backside sticking out and her gait irritated. "So she's the old man's daughter?" He smiled, seemingly thinking of something . "She arrived at a good time... I'll use her to make a truce with the old man, leave her weak-kneed, and then send her away. This stubborn girl will be just another one I'll tame." After a few months. The plan seemed great. If only she weren't clever enough. She didn't fall for his talk and usually returned the provocations and insults in kind. And he found himself falling more in love each day. Getting used to the presence of the short, irritated woman and liking her a little too much.