"I'm just worried about Morgan; this has nothing to do with you."
Yves kept a straight face, but there was a glint of coldness in his eyes.
It seemed that Morgan was being troubled by a group of relatives again.
"Mom, Yves is my husband! Why can't he come into the house?"
Morgan exclaimed angrily.
She pulled Yves upstairs and locked the bedroom door.
Outside, Lana was spewing all sorts of obscenities.
"What happened?" Yves asked with concern.
"Nothing, really." Morgan's face seemed tense, she lowered her head without looking at Yves, then went to the wardrobe and tossed a quilt to Yves, saying, "You can't leave either, so just sleep in my room tonight."
Yves frowned.
She definitely had something on her mind.
But Morgan was stubborn, and if she didn't say anything, Yves wouldn't
