After Clara Sutton returned home, she had nowhere to vent the anger burning inside her, so she threw her bag on the sofa and went straight to the bathroom.
An hour later, Clara emerged from the bathroom, and the cold, empty feeling of the bedroom hit her, causing a slight discomfort in her heart.
She didn't dwell too much on it, but simply turned off the light, lifted the quilt, and went straight to sleep.
But after turning over several times without a hint of sleep, frustration filled Clara's heart again. She sat up, ready to go out for a drink of water, when steady footsteps suddenly sounded outside the room.
The sound drew closer.
Clara knew it was him coming back.
Before she could react, the door was pulled open, and her awkward appearance happened to meet the man's ink-black deep eyes.
"Why are you back?" Clara quickly regained her composure and, shaking off the momentary panic in her eyes, asked with a trace of coolness.
