The Grumpy Ceo's Sweetheart
Clarissa wasn’t done speaking when Sherlock shot up from his chair and grabbed her by the throat, choking her.
She gasped for air and tried to pry his hands off, but despite his age, he was still strong.
“I may be old, but I’m not a fool,” he growled. “Since we got married, I’ve never laid a hand on you. I gave you everything you wanted—was loyalty too much to ask in return?”
Clarissa’s eyes reddened. She felt like she could die at any moment—until Abraham burst through the door and pulled Sherlock off her.
“Grandpa, don’t do that!” he shouted, forcing Sherlock away from the bed.