Without even looking at him, Catherine went straight t o the kitchen to find cleaning tools. Even after searching for a long time, she could not find any. She went to the balcony.
Shaun had sat on the sofa for a while now, and his face was gradually becoming colder.
What was going on?
Why was she not scolding him for giving the plot of land to Fergus Wicks as soon as she saw him? Why was she not begging him?
The script was different from what he imagined, and h e got up coldly to walk over to her.
Catherine finally found the broom on the balcony.
When she turned around, she collided hard against his chest. Her nose hurt as if it was broken. "Eldest Young Master, what are you doing?"
"That's my line." Shaun felt like he had been poisoned by her. He got even more annoyed when he could not see her upset.
"Didn't you tell me to clean up the place? It's very late now, so I just want to get this over with and go to sleep. Please get out of the way." Catherine went around him and began to clean up the living room
seriously.
Shaun watched her sweep the floor carefully and really wanted to rush over to throw away the broom.
That stupid woman! Did she really think that he called her over here to clean the place? "Catherine Jones, don’t you have anything to say to me?"
If she could beg and please him to his satisfaction, he would consider going back on his promise to Melanie and give her back that plot of land. 2
Catherine paused and shook her head. "No.”
Shaun stared at her for a while and ordered in a cold voice, “Go and clean the bathtub before filling it for m e. I want to take a bath."
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Catherine resignedly put down the broom and went upstairs. The bathtub was huge, around two meters wide, and embedded in the ground.
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