Eric watched Ella wrinkle her nose, finding her genuine expression amusing. This was the real Ella, the one he rarely saw.
At Ella's coming-of-age banquet, she had been so composed and wary of him, lacking the innocence of a typical teenager, instead resembling a woman weathered by life's storms.
Ella kicked off her shoes and opened the closet, only to find it filled with men's clothes.
"There aren't any women's clothes. Are you expecting me to wear yours?"
Ella frowned, her tone unexpectedly more relaxed than usual, as if she had known Eric for a long time.
"Just wear my pajamas for now. In half an hour, someone will bring you some women's clothes," Eric said with a light laugh. He walked over, drew back the curtains, and lazily sat down, pouring himself a glass of red wine.
