Vivienne felt on edge around Cyrus.

She wriggled, trying to break free from his clutches, but her hands were held fast, not budging an inch.

"Cyrus, you've gone mad!" she exclaimed.

Her eyes bore into the man in front of her as if daring him to make a move.

Cyrus's eyes narrowed at Vivienne's reluctant gaze. It grated on him.

"Forget it, separate rooms are out of the question. Don't mention it again."

"And Vee, remember, even though I'm disabled, I've ...