Morgan looked a little comical clutching the electric fan.
Maya smiled and said, “You silly goose.
We’re not a real couple, it’s fake!”
Morgan shook his head.
“It’s real.
You said so.
We have a certificate!”
Maya had told him repeatedly yesterday to insist they were a married couple no matter who asked.
She hadn’t expected him to be so single-minded about it.
Maya didn’t bother explaining further.
“Alright, alright, it’s real.”
After they got home and showered, Maya sat cross-legged on the sofa, watching Morgan spread out a bamboo mat.
“Morgan, do you remember where your home is?”
Morgan stopped what he was doing, turned to look at her, and shook his head.
Maya asked, “Then are you from around here?”
Morgan shook his head again.
“Fell in the water.
Bled a lot.
My head hurts.
I can’t remember.”
He touched his head.
A river ran through Linwood County, spanning several other counties, and cruise ships occasionally passed through.
Morgan didn’t have a local accent.
He was probably an outsider who had fallen off a passing cruise ship and injured his head.
Having reached this helpless conclusion, Maya beckoned to him.
Morgan shuffled over to her.
Maya gently parted his hair and, sure enough, saw a scabbed-over wound on his head.
She gently rubbed his head.
“Do you remember anyone from your family?
A dad?
A mom?
Brothers, sisters, anyone?”
Morgan shook his head.
“My head hurts.”
Maya sighed.
“Then let’s not think about it.
We’ll look for them slowly.
I’ll definitely help you find your family.”
‘His family must be worried sick, losing such a well-behaved man.’
「The next day, Maya went to the shop a little after seven.」
Her new shipment had arrived, so she needed to get there early to check the inventory.
The delivery driver parked his truck at the entrance.
After handing the inventory list to Maya, he stood to the side smoking a cigarette, his hazard lights blinking.
His eyes roamed over Maya’s curvaceous figure, glinting with a predatory light.
“Ms.
Rivers, give me a chance, and you won’t have to unload the stock yourself anymore,” he joked with a sleazy grin.
Maya was sick and tired of hearing lines like that.
The driver blew smoke in her direction.
“Look at you, a woman moving such heavy things in this heat.
It must be so tiring.
It breaks my heart just watching.”
Maya focused on checking the inventory and ignored him.
The driver clearly enjoyed hearing himself talk.
“I make good money, you know.
Over ten thousand a month.
That’s pretty upper-middle-class for a place like this, isn’t it?
More than enough for you, right?”
His gaze was locked on Maya’s full chest.
After finishing her count, Maya tucked the inventory list into her apron pocket and stared at him coldly.
“Believe it or not, I can report you to your company for sexual harassment.”
Maya often joked around, but only with other women.
With men, she was always proper and never sent any misleading signals.
Not to Luke Larkin, and certainly not to the driver in front of her.
The driver dismissed her threat.
“Don’t go making baseless accusations.
I haven’t done anything.
You can’t just frame me.”
Maya carried a box of goods into the store.
Morgan, who was inside wiping the shelves, saw her and immediately dropped his towel to come and take the box from her.
With him lending a hand, the weight lifted from Maya’s arms, and her mood lightened.
She pointed to a shelf in the back.
“Put it over here.”
After setting it down, he came back out with her.
Maya directed him, “All of this needs to be moved inside.
Handle with care.”
The driver’s eyes widened when he saw the tall and sturdy Morgan.
“Who is he?!”
To shut him up, Maya answered, “My husband!”
A happy smile touched the corners of Morgan’s lips.
He loved it when Maya introduced him like that.
The driver’s eyes bulged in disbelief.
“How is that possible?!”
Maya threatened him, “If you dare say one more disrespectful thing to me, I’ll have my husband beat you up!”
When Morgan didn’t speak, no one could tell he had an intellectual disability.
The driver looked at his massive frame, swallowed hard, and forced out a tough-guy response, “You think I’m scared of him?”
That’s what he said, but he didn’t dare say another word after that.
After Morgan had carried a few boxes, the driver noticed something was off about him.
‘Why does this big guy look so simple-minded when he smiles at Maya?’
When Maya went inside, the driver said to Morgan, “Are you a moron?”
Morgan lifted his head.
“You’re the moron!”
The moment he spoke, it confirmed he was a simpleton.
The driver burst out laughing as if he’d just heard the world’s funniest joke and couldn’t stop.
‘So he’s just an idiot.
What’s there to be afraid of?’
When Maya came back out, he taunted, “Ms.
Rivers, and here I thought you had high standards.
Turns out you found yourself an idiot.”
Maya said coldly, “He’d get a turn long before you would.
And you have the nerve to laugh!”
The driver’s face darkened.
Being humiliated by a woman made his temper flare.
When Maya turned her back to him and bent over to pick up a box, his hand reached out to grope her butt.
Maya jumped, immediately straightening up with a furious expression.
“What are you doing!”
The driver said with a lecherous grin, “Does an idiot know what to do in bed?
Want me to take his place?”
The words had barely left his mouth when a dark figure flew at him.
Before he could react, he took a vicious kick to the stomach.
The force was so great it sent him staggering back several steps!
“Don’t touch her!” Morgan stood protectively in front of Maya, staring coldly at the driver.
Kicked by an idiot, the driver was utterly humiliated and fuming.
He lunged at Morgan to fight back.
Morgan’s mind might have been slow, but his limbs were nimble.
And from the way he moved, it looked like he’d had some training.
In less than half a minute, the driver was on the ground with Morgan’s foot on top of him, his face contorted in pain!
Snapping out of her shock, Maya realized Morgan was in a frenzy again.
She quickly grabbed his arm.
“That’s enough, that’s enough!
No more fighting!”
Morgan turned to look at her and obediently pulled his foot back.
The driver wailed for a while, threw out a parting threat—”You just wait!”—and then drove off.
Maya had originally planned to report the driver to his company, but now that Morgan had thrown the first punch, she was afraid a report would backfire on him, so she decided against it.
After they moved the rest of the goods into the small storeroom in the back, she asked Morgan sternly, “Why did you hit someone again?”
Morgan saw that she was angry and looked a little scared, but he still held his head high and said righteously, “He touched you.
He deserved to be hit!”
Maya snapped, “That doesn’t give you the right to hit people!
You don’t know your own strength.
If you had seriously hurt him, you could go to jail, do you understand?”
Morgan repeated, “I can’t touch you, so he can’t either!
I’ll hit anyone who dares to touch you!”