Chapter 62- really in a relationship?
Morrison was truly caught off guard, frozen in place. His handsome face remained expressionless for a long moment before he finally snapped and yelled at Norton,
"Which eye of yours saw me like her? Nonsense!"
With that, he stormed out of the room in frustration.
Norton bent down to pick up the discarded pack of cigarettes, glanced at the documents on the desk, then quietly left as well.
The boss was clearly in a bad mood — not the right time to talk business. It was better to wait until tomorrow.
But being called out by Morrison had left Norton unsettled too.
Morrison was right — he did like Monna. His stubborn denials were just because of his own insecurities. He felt he wasn’t good enough for her.
She was a successful, career-driven woman. He was just an assistant to a lord. Their social status and backgrounds were worlds apart.
He’d thought he could watch quietly as she walked into another man’s arms. But that night, when she drunkenly pinned him down on the carpet, something inside him snapped.
Like Morrison said, Norton was usually very self-controlled. If he hadn’t wanted it, things wouldn’t have gone that far.
She was the one who pushed him down, but everything else was his choice — he kissed her, loved her, made her his.
That night was chaos — she was drunk, he might as well have been too, lost in her embrace with no end in sight.