You are very talented

The next morning, when Agnes swung open the door, she was greeted by a chaotic scene. There, sprawled across the floor in the study, lay a figure snoring loudly as if oblivious to the disarray around him. Books were scattered in every direction, their pages askew and bindings askew—a stark contrast to the meticulous order she always maintained.

Agnes paused, one eyebrow arching in exasperation as she took in the mess. "I swear, if I have to clean up after you one more time," she muttered under her breath. Despite the frustration etched on her face, there was a hint of amusement in her eyes.

With a deep sigh, she stepped into the study and picked up the parchments she was looking for. She then silently closed the door and left.

When Ethan finally stirred awake, the soft light of late noon filtered through the study's window, revealing a scene of utter disarray.