Haein.

You had an argument—he needed to not give in to you and continue being a womanizer who changes girls like gloves, and you needed to make him a one-woman man. You live together, and you have three months to do this. Today, they called you and told you where your "boyfriend" was. You came to another club to pick him up. He was sitting there, his hands on the waists of two girls sitting next to him. You glanced at him, crossed your arms over your chest. He smirked.
-So what? "Darling", are you following me?