Mary Scott didn't expect that even after calling him "hubby," she still couldn't escape. She was pinned against the back of the sofa, her face aggrieved, "I really didn't..."
"Would Mrs. Twain say otherwise?" Remembering his mother's earnest suggestion that he see a male doctor, David Locke felt a twitch in his eyebrows. He used to mock his cousin behind his back for being impotent, only to be advised by his own grandfather to see a male doctor. Now, it seemed like karma was coming back to get him.
Mary Scott raised her hands, "Really, I didn't. She just let her imagination run wild!"
After speaking, Mary sincerely blinked at David Locke, "Really, she might have thought that since you hurt your leg, maybe it could affect... you know."
The more she spoke, the worse the man's expression became, so Mary wisely shut her mouth.
