Chapter 75 A Sleepover

Mortimer seemed not to have heard Tiffany’s berating. He unbuttoned his coat and threw it on the floor, revealing the white shirt underneath. Tiffany could see his enticing Adam’s apple and sexy collarbones through the gap between his collar. “Why are you stripping? Do you want to be sick again?” Tiffany anxiously wanted him to put his clothes back on, but he lifted her and pressed her down on the sofa. “If I’m a scoundrel, then you’re a scoundrel’s wife! Do not ever think of leaving me!” Although Mortimer was sick, he was much, much stronger than Tiffany. He cuffed her hands together and locked them down. “Why do you never listen to me? Why must you make me so angry?” Tiffany looked at Mortimer’s angry face and did not dare to retort. She feared that struggling would make him crazier and he would harm her children. She lay there unmoving, waiting for him to finish venting. Mortimer stroked her face with his finger, seeing how quiet she was. “Why are you not talking?” “Is there anythin