Mr. Hart could only shut his mouth.
After all, what's there to be picky about when you're the one benefiting from sleeping arrangements?
Like someone who only eats without cooking, no matter how the food tastes, they have to eat, and can't complain, or else there won't be any food next time.
The "mattress" was laid out, and Amelia went upstairs to gather all the bedding from the closet, afraid that someone with a special constitution might catch cold in their lower body and suffer. After thinking about it, she grabbed all the bedding from her own bed as well.
Just for this one night's sleep, she had to go through all this trouble. Tomorrow when he leaves, she'll have to wash everything clean and put it back in place.
Truly a love-struck fool~
"So, Mr. Hart, are you satisfied?" The bed was ready and she was out of breath from exhaustion, deliberately mocking and talking to herself, "I'm really crazy, I should have just kicked you out directly."