Chapter 285: Getting Frisky

Edward Harper's gaze dropped to Clara Knox's feet, and he furrowed his brow,

"Clara, why aren't you wearing shoes? Isn't the floor cold?"

Clara Knox felt parched and licked her lips,

"You don't like others touching your stuff. Why would I wear your shoes?"

Edward Harper let out a wry smile,

"I don't like others touching my things, but you aren't 'others,' are you? Go put on some shoes, you shouldn't let your feet get cold."

Clara thought to herself, Now we're divorced, who are you pretending to be? Back when we shared a bed, you wouldn't even let me borrow your slippers.

She grumbled internally but remained standing still.

Edward was getting a bit anxious. He knew her temper, beneath her easygoing exterior was a resilient spirit, truly stubborn, once she decided on something, she wouldn't listen to anyone.

"Clara, what are you thinking about? When have I ever disliked you?"

Since he asked, Clara didn't hold back and blurted out,