Chapter 17 Massage Therapy

When Mortimer looked up and swept a glance at Tiffany, she grew even more nervous. She’d already thought of the words to inscribe on her grave. Mortimer looked at the uneasy woman who looked like a white rabbit before him, and the corners of his lips lifted slightly. But he quickly reverted to his usual cold self. He pointed at the sofa opposite him and ordered, “Sit.” Tiffany did so obediently. A laptop was facing her on the table. She glanced at the screen out of her periphery and felt like she had seen the visuals on it before. Wasn’t this Mortimer’s room? Before she could figure out the purpose of Mortimer doing this, the video began to play. Not long after, Tiffany saw herself appearing on the screen. At once, she understood that this was surveillance footage. She stood up. “I always thought that even though you were a little strange, you were at least a man of power and status. I never expected you to be so perverted that you installed a camera in your own room! It’s fine if you record yourself, but why am I in it, too?” Tiffany was so furious that she forgot all about her fear of Mortimer. Her voice raised considerably. Seeing her as angry as this, Mortimer’s tense forehead began to relax a bit. He pointed at the recording and said, “Do you really know nothing about this?” “Of course! Do you think I’d be willing to live under someone else’s surveillance? Even the criminals locked in prison have privacy!” “All is well, then.” Nothing seemed amiss about his low and seductive voice. But if one listened closely, they would feel the slight relaxation in his thick voice. Mortimer had already discovered that it was Madam Kelly who had installed the camera because she was afraid that Mortimer, who had once lost his ability to move, would be harmed again. After all, the reason behind that accident had never been made clear. Many members of the Campbell family were targeting his life. Because Mortimer knew that his mother had reason to worry, he didn’t flare up at his mother even after knowing the truth. He only asked people to retrieve the tapes. But this didn’t mean that he would grace Tiffany with the same forgiveness. He had urgently gotten her back from school to figure out whether she was Madam Kelly’s accomplice. Tiffany was stunned once she heard about everything. Logic told her that since Mortimer had already erased all suspicion toward her, she should be at ease and let this incident pass. But the rage and anger at being doubted time and time again weighed on her chest like a boulder. She dug her nails into her palms and lifted her head, asking, “What would you do if I was a part of it?” Mortimer’s voice was even. “I don’t answer theoretical questions.” Tiffany smiled sarcastically. “I already know the answer. You would ruthlessly chase me out of the house, wouldn’t you?” Mortimer was silent. That was right. He would never allow anyone near him to betray him, even if the offender was his own mother. Tiffany went silent, too. She felt that no matter how hard she tried to adapt, she would always be an alien in this luxurious villa. She would never be accepted by anyone. Instead of burrowing down a deeper hole, she would rather use this chance to say anything that needed to be spoken. She took a deep breath. “Since things are this way, why don’t we just…” Before she could say the word “divorce,” the screen suddenly displayed a rather fantastical scene. Before Mortimer woke up, Tiffany would often massage his body. The other servants in the villa were very compliant. They wouldn’t barge into any rooms without permission. Mortimer had been in a coma then, and so when Tiffany gave him his massages, she could wear her sleepwear without worrying who saw her. The thin satin nightdress clung to her body, revealing her delicate curves and inciting one’s imagination. Seeing this, Tiffany couldn’t be angry anymore. She sat up at once and slammed the laptop shut. Mortimer, on the other hand, was very calm. Tiffany’s blush had spread to the base of her neck. She was both embarrassed and angry. “You’ve seen it all, haven’t you?” Mortimer said indifferently, “Of course.” “You… you pervert! Who gave you permission to spy on me?” Tiffany was about to go insane. “First of all, I wasn’t the one who installed the camera. Secondly, I wasn’t spying on you. I was watching you in broad daylight.” Mortimer’s voice was mocking. “Besides, haven’t you also felt me up? We’re even.” Tiffany was shocked by Mortimer’s unreasonable logic. She wanted to retort, but her lips and train of thought would never keep up with Mortimer. In the end, she could only express her dissatisfaction by slamming the door. She really did not want to see Mortimer again, but being angry was something that took up a lot of energy. When it was dinnertime, her stomach began to growl. She could bear to go hungry, but the children in her belly couldn’t. After a bout of deliberation, she hesitatingly walked out of her room. Thankfully, Mortimer wasn’t in the dining room. She heaved a huge sigh of relief. Monroe said as he prepared the table, “Madam, don’t butt heads with the master anymore. He doesn’t wish to fight with you.” “You don’t have to explain on his behalf,” Tiffany said in a huff. “He just wants to hate me!” “It’s not like that. The master is just more serious. He finds it hard to trust anyone. He isn’t picking on you on purpose.” Tiffany felt that Monroe was exasperated, as if he were holding back a secret. She asked curiously, “He’s the heir of the Campbell family. Everyone fears and respects him. What does he have to worry about?” “This… is a complicated matter. Anyway, the master has settled the footage. You need not worry about them circulating to the public.” Since Monroe wasn’t willing to talk about it, Tiffany didn’t prod. After her satisfying dinner, she felt completely full. She wanted to go for a stroll in the garden. The moment she stepped out, she crashed into the person she didn’t want to meet. Mortimer’s sleek eyebrows tilted up. His long eyelashes paired well with his deep cerulean irises. Displeasure flashed across her face. “Move.” Tiffany didn’t want him to see her reddened face and lowered her head quickly, making a path by turning her body sideways. Her heartbeat resumed its normal pace after Mortimer disappeared behind the door. She held a hand to her chest, berating herself for being so spineless. All he did was see her in a nightdress. What was there for her to be embarrassed about?