After touring the manor all day in high heels, Charlotte Green was exhausted. Sister Liu had done nothing but give the barest of introductions from beginning to end, without any superfluous conversation.
"You've been put through the wringer today, Miss Green. Get some good rest." Sister Liu led her into a room on the second floor and then left after speaking.
"Wait, please... Where is my room?" The room was too saturated with masculinity; it didn't seem right for her to stay.
"This is Mr. Cliff's room. Do I really need to spell it out for you, Miss Green?" Sister Liu turned around, her expression still impassive.
Charlotte's cheeks burned with embarrassment as she awkwardly nodded, "Thank you for your trouble."
After Sister Liu left, she surveyed the room without daring to touch anything.
She didn't believe that Kevin would want to share a bed with her. She decided to wait for him to come back and ask, although speaking to him required a great deal of courage...
At two in the morning, Kevin Cliff, upon entering the room, saw a woman dressed in a soft pink silk gown, asleep in a chair. Her pale hands, even in slumber, had not released the hem of her dress.
From a psychological perspective, this behavior indicated a severe lack of security.
He walked past her as if she didn't exist, casually placing his jacket down, then proceeded to unbutton his shirt cuffs and slowly undo the buttons of his shirt before entering the bathroom in just his trousers.
The sound of running water from the bathroom startled Charlotte awake, her long lashes fluttering open as if in shock.
Seeing the pile of clothes on the chair, she knew he had returned!
Anxiety, unease.
She stood up, adjusted her dress, and began to rehearse what she should say when he came out.
Ten minutes later, the bathroom door opened and the man emerged wrapped in a towel, ignoring her presence as she passed, toweling his hair dry.
It was the first time Charlotte had seen a man shirtless, and she quickly dropped her gaze after their eyes met, only daring to steal glances at him when his back was turned.
He had a strong physique, bronze skin, a sculptured back with broad shoulders; every line on his body exuded power and beauty, especially his arms, which seemed twice the size of hers.
"Are you waiting for someone to bathe you?" His cold voice suddenly pierced the silence.
Charlotte lowered her face, biting her lip in confusion, "I was just waiting for you to come back to ask where my room is?"
Whether it was his expression, his gaze, his voice, all of it was ice-cold, as if he had been born devoid of emotion. She rarely interacted with strangers, so how could she not be afraid in his presence?
Casually tossing the towel aside, Kevin Cliff stepped forward and lifted her chin, "It seems you have yet to understand your position?"
"I…I thought you wouldn't want to room together." Although he didn't show any emotion, Charlotte knew this man didn't like her. In the presence of someone tall and dominant like him, she felt as insignificant as a lowly ant.
"You are mistaken. From now on, you'll sleep here, and only in my bed!" He declared imperiously and let go of her, "Don't make me think that you lack even the ability to take care of yourself!"
It was mockery, disdain. Although she had grown accustomed to such tones and looks from others, when it came from him, it clogged Charlotte's heart. Not for any reason other than the fact that this man was technically her husband.
Quietly, she dug out her nightgown from her suitcase in the corner and walked into the bathroom to clean herself.
When she came out, she saw him leaning on the bed head, talking on the phone. It seemed to be work-related, issuing each command with severity and brevity. His features were sharp, his lips thin, his nose noble, his eyes sharp like an eagle's—every inch of him exuded intensity and arrogance.
After hanging up, Kevin Cliff set the phone on the bedside table and turned to look coldly at the little woman before him.