Clara sighed inwardly.
She felt very tired.
“Go,” Ethan interrupted Clara’s wandering thoughts.
Go where?
“Take a bath,” Ethan said.
Clara’s body stiffened.
Take a bath.
Was this a… hint?
No, it wasn’t a hint.
It was almost a direct order!
So, what exactly was Ethan thinking?
Just a moment ago, he was thinking about taking nude photos, and now… he’s thinking about what happens in bed?
As the CEO of Logan Group, shouldn’t his mind be occupied with business and making money?
Clara didn’t know how to respond to Ethan. In the end, she obediently went to take a bath.
Clara came out after her bath.
Ethan was lying on the bed, looking at his phone. Hearing the noise, he looked up at Clara.
Clara’s face was flushed from the hot water, her eyes were watery, and her exposed arms and neck were white and tender.
Ethan stared at Clara intently.
Clara felt uncomfortable under his gaze. Her body stiffened, and after taking a few steps, she stopped in her tracks.
He looked at Clara.
Not sure what she meant.
Just standing there in the middle of the room.
Was she throwing a tantrum?
Ethan put down his phone and beckoned with his index finger.
Clara frowned slightly, feeling unhappy.
His gesture… it was as if she were a toy. He beckoned, and she would go to him.
Yes.
The Everett family had wronged him; her sister’s infidelity had hurt him.
But hadn’t he already married her?
She, a beautiful young woman in her twenties, married him, an almost thirty-year-old man. What more did he want?
Clara glanced at Ethan and turned to leave.
Ethan frowned slightly, watching Clara’s retreating figure. Was the little girl getting bold? Not afraid of him anymore?
How many days had they been married?
Ethan couldn’t help but reflect. Was he not authoritative and cold enough?
Clara sat at the dressing table, applying skincare products to her face.
“Don’t apply that,” Ethan said with a frown.
Clara’s body stiffened.
Was Ethan angry?
Was he angry because she didn’t listen to him? Was he so angry that he wouldn’t even let her apply skincare products?
Clara’s temper flared up too. She was angry now.
He didn’t want her to apply it?
She would apply it anyway.
Who did he think he was?
Controlling everything, even whether she could apply skincare products?
The more he forbade her, the more she wanted to apply it.
She was just applying some skincare products. What was the big deal?
He forbade even this?
Did he want her to become an old hag?
Ha… She understood now.
He wanted her to become an old hag so that after he had enough fun with her, he could discard her.
An abandoned old hag. No one would want her then.
Ethan was such a scumbag.
So that was his plan all along.
The more he acted like this, the more she wanted to take good care of herself. So that when he discarded her in the future, she would still be young and beautiful, and then find a handsome young boyfriend to spite Ethan.
With this thought in mind, Clara took even more care of her face.
He watched as Clara applied one product after another to her face. There were several already.
He frowned.
He knew that women took great pains to care for their skin, but… did she really need to apply so many things on her face?
In a while, when he kissed her, wouldn’t he taste all those skincare products?
Although Clara had her back to Ethan while applying skincare products, she could always feel Ethan staring at her.
Her back felt hot… as if he was burning holes into her with his gaze.
Ethan finally couldn’t hold back anymore and said in a deep voice, “Use less.”
“Many skincare products have excessive levels of lead and mercury,” Ethan said.
Clara paused for a moment and turned around, looking at Ethan in surprise.
Could it be… Ethan was concerned about her?
Concerned that these skincare products might ruin her face?
“They can be poisonous,” Ethan said.
Clara: “… Poisonous?”
Could it be… Ethan was concerned about her?
Ethan: “Yes.”
Clara said, “If I get poisoned, that’s my business.”
Ethan said, “If you get poisoned, it’s certainly your business. But I don’t want to get poisoned.”
What did he mean by that?
What did he mean by saying if she got poisoned, it was her business?
Did he mean that if she got poisoned, he wouldn’t care?
Did he wish for her to get poisoned and die?
She had just harbored a tiny bit of hope that Ethan might care about her.
But…
“How would you get poisoned?” Clara asked Ethan in confusion.
If she got poisoned from using skincare products, it should be her problem. What did it have to do with Ethan?
Ethan looked at Clara.
Clara looked back at Ethan.
She thought Ethan was simply incomprehensible, saying inexplicable things.
Was he doing it on purpose?
Saying random things just to confuse her?
Ethan lifted the covers and got out of bed, walking towards Clara.
Clara’s body stiffened as she watched Ethan approach with an unreadable expression.
Her heart pounded with anxiety and nervousness.
What did Ethan want to do?
They were just talking.
Weren’t they having a normal conversation?
Could it be… that he was about to resort to violence because words failed him?
But she hadn’t said anything excessive.
She only asked how he would get poisoned. Could it be… this question angered Ethan? Touched his sore spot?
Clara watched as Ethan approached step by step.
His naturally cold demeanor combined with his intense gaze made him even more intimidating as he drew closer.
On the surface, Clara remained expressionless, but inside, she was terrified.
What did Ethan want to do?
Was he going to hit her?
Or kill her to silence her?
Should she try to escape now?
But… her body was stiff with fear; she couldn’t move at all.
Besides, where could she escape to?
With her frail limbs, she figured that if she stood up, Ethan could kick her across the room with one blow.
Call for help?
But they were in the Logan family home. The Logan family members would surely side with Ethan. Would anyone come to save her if she called for help?
In Clara’s anxious and chaotic thoughts, Ethan stood before her. He looked down at her from above.
Clara tilted her head up to look at Ethan.
Ethan looked at Clara. The little girl was… scared?
He clearly saw the fear in her eyes…
Ethan felt baffled.
What was she afraid of?
Why should she be afraid?
Did she think… he would do something to her?
Hit her?
He didn’t have violent tendencies.
Ethan slowly bent down. His handsome face lowered towards Clara’s face, his deep and cold eyes staring straight into hers.
Clara instinctively held her breath out of fear. She was afraid even breathing might anger Ethan.
In Clara’s fear and anxiety, Ethan’s handsome face lowered further. Then… a soft and cool kiss landed on her forehead.
Clara was stunned.
What did Ethan mean by this?
What was he doing?
Kissing her forehead?
He… with such a serious expression and without saying a word, she thought he was going to punish her for no reason.
But instead… he kissed her?
Was there something wrong with him?
She really didn’t understand what he was thinking.
Could it be… he intended to ‘punish’ her in bed?