Chapter 330
Painting could calm Yohan down.
He didn't want to let Clara get under his skin.
She had despised him for as long as he could remember. It wasn't anything new. He was so useless in her eyes that even if he turned into grass, he wouldn't be used to feeding the cattle.
Growing up, Yohan had never experienced being treated with such disdain, except from Clara. It hurt a lot.
If it had been anyone else, he would've had his bodyguards throw them out.
But Clara was his wife, and he couldn't just kick her out. That was what she had always wanted.
He could be angry for two days straight, and she'd act like nothing happened.
Yohan found himself easily irritated recently. The moment he was around Clara, he turned into a man who was unreasonable and difficult.
All his usual calm and composure seemed to disappear when she was around.
Clara was definitely his kryptonite.
"Mr. Morris, could you open the door, please?" Clara was still outside, knocking on the door.
She mentioned that she ha

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