Ophelia
"What the hell did you do?" Ethan yelled making me me flinch in shock.
"What the hell? Don't scare me like that. I was about to drop this", I said pointing at the plate in my hand.
"What did you do to my room?" Ethan asked me.
"I got it cleaned", I told him.
"Why?" he scoffed.
"Because it was bothering me to see you living in a mini dumpster", I rolled my eyes at him.
"It is my room. It is not like you are going to have to live there. How does it bother you?" he scoffed.
"I saw it once, right? That was enough for me to get bothered", I sat on the table and served myself some food.
"In short, you have OCD", he rolled his eyes and sat opposite to me.
"What is your issue? You should be thankful I cleaned it or did you want to continue living in that mess?" I rolled my eyes.
"I don't like anyone touching my things", he shrugged.
"Well, I didn't take anything from in there if that's what you are worried about", I told him.
"Really? That is what you understood from all of this?" he narrowed his eyes at me and I shrugged.
He shook his head and said, "I know you wouldn't do anything like that, of course. It wasn't bothering me and I think that you have so much work already managing your business. Why would you bother with doing all this household work?"
"Well, I am used to it. It is no bother. I clean my room everyday. So, I just did for you too", I shrugged.
"You clean your room by yourself everyday?" he asked me with surprise.
"I used to clean by myself back in Italy too. That's the way my parents raised me. So, it is no bother for me. Plus, you said you don't trust the housekeeper enough. I live here and it is partially my fault that Carla isn't here. So, I did it as a return for the favor", I shrugged.
"Whatever. You didn't have to", he frowned.
"You are welcome", I rolled my eyes at him.
"Why do you roll your eyes at every sentence you speak?" he asked with irritation.
"Because you are being weird. You want to say thanks but, you can't so you are just making excuses", I rolled my eyes again.
"That's not true", he said and averted his eyes.
"Come on, Ethan. I have known you enough now to at least be able to tell that", I smirked at him.
"Whatever", he rolled his eyes and I knew I was right.
"So, how was your day?" I asked him.
"Good. How was yours?" he asked as he served himself.
"Good. I took Anastasia's advice and I am working on it now. I am planning to ask her to visit home again this weekend so, I'll thank her myself", I told him.
"I still can't believe it. Anyways, why are you calling her here?" he asked.
"What do you mean? Where will I meet her otherwise?" I frowned.
"You should go out. I haven't seen you go out at all since I came back. I mean aren't you bored of staying home all day?" he shrugged.
"No, I am not", I gulped.
"Really? Wow. All you do is stay home and work all day. You should go explore. See the city", he suggested.
"No, I like being at home. It is comfortable", I just waved it off.
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