"Get lost!" Clara knew that he could never speak nicely. After she drove him out of the room, she quickly locked the door. She was a bit tired after the shower, so she decided to rest early that night.
She had to battle against Shirley the next day.
Clara woke up a few hours later, and felt rather sorry for him. She opened the door, and as expected, saw him squatting outside the door pitifully. He looked like a homeless puppy.
"You're awake?" Ethan looked up, his eyes watery.
Clara looked at him, half expecting him to burst into tears. She sighed and said, "Forget it. Go and sleep in the room. I'll sleep in the cow shed." After all, she was a tough woman. She could handle sleeping in the cowshed, but it was cruel to ask a rich young heir like Ethan to sleep there.
"Thanks!" Ethan did not hesitate at all, and dashed into the room eagerly. Gone was his pitiful act and puppy dog eyes.
