"I… I'm sorry.' Ethan was stunned, and spoke like a child who had made a mistake. "My employees can handle being rebuked. They won't change if I don't scold them, so I have to do this"
"Is that really the reason? You're overly violent, so they don't dare to resist." Clara glared at him as she touched her swollen forehead, gritting her teeth in pain. "Did I wrong you? Why am I so unlucky whenever I meet you?"
"Come here, let me take a look." Ethan pulled her hand away. When he saw a slight scratch on her forehead, he felt very sorry for her. He blew at the wound gently and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.
"Wait. I have ointment and a plaster here. Let me tend to it." He then led her to the sofa and opened his drawer to get the small medical kit. He was attentive and considerate, being unusually gentle and kind. It was very different from his usual frivolity.
