MY EX-HUSBAND'S OBSESSION

Madness

KNACK

Clara's heart raced at the sound of the gentle knock on the door.She get up as the person enter.

When Marion Roger entered, his gaze lingered on the few pieces of fabric covering Clara's fair skin. His eyes were intense, like burning flames, igniting a fire within her that spread throughout her entire body. She felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"Sir," Clara whispered while bitting her lower lip.

Marion withdrew his gaze. "Did you take the bath?"

For Clara this voice is enough to make his body trembled. His tone was cool and indifferent, much like when he would inquire about whether the Prince had been bathed.

Clara felt even more awkward. She nodded softly.

"Sit down" Marion voice like teached who instructed the elementary school child. Clara sit dow on the bed.her grip on the bedsheets tightening and then finally loosening.

Looking at expression on Marion face She remembered what her aunt had told her—Marion had been in a bad mood these past few days, and she needed to be a bit more proactive

"Sir, would you like me to help you undress?" Clara gather her strength and offered hesitantly.

"Come closer, turn around," Marion replied.

Clara blinked in surprise and looked up at him, her eyes filled with a hint of astonishment.

Marion had already changed out of his suit into casual home attire after his shower. Despite the informality, he looked neat and put-together, a stark contrast to the nearly bare young man in the bed.

"Clara, do I need to repeat myself?" Marion's voice was husky as he said when Clara didn't responded.

"The curtains are open."

Clara blushed further at his words. "Sir, the curtains..."

Marion tilted his head slightly, his tone casual as he replied, "Oh," and then leisurely walked over to the window. Instead of closing the curtains, he pushed open the balcony door, allowing fresh air and the sounds of the garden and servants to enter the room.

They were down there playing with the Prince, the dog, tossing a thick bone that the dog would fetch and return. The deep growls and barks resonated like thunder in Clara's ears. She clenched her fist as she sacred.

Her face turned even paler as she realized Marion's intentions. However, she couldn't believe it.

"Come here, how do you feel about this?" Marion asked as he leaned against the balcony's white jade railing, the warm April sunlight casting a soft glow on his features.

Clara could see a hint of moisture in Marion's eyes, and his voice was slightly hoarse. "Sir, the curtains are still open."

Marion glanced over at her, and then, in a distracted manner, said, "Oh."

He took slow steps back to close the balcony door, but he didn't draw the curtains. Instead, he left them open, allowing the balcony's fresh breeze and the servants' chatter from the garden to fill the room.

The servants were playing with the Prince, tossing a thick bone that the dog would fetch and return. The deep growls and barks echoed loudly.

Clara's complexion turned even paler as she realized Marion's true intentions. But she dared not believe it.

"Stay here. How do you feel about it?" Marion asked again.

Clara gulped, her voice barely audible as she replied, "Sir, I..."

Marion turned and glanced at Clara, his eyes sparkling in the sunlight. "Well, Clara, should I repeat myself?"

Meanwhile, in the garden below, the two aggressive dogs had caught sight of each other. Their ferocious barks and growls grew louder, and even the balcony railing trembled from the intensity of their confrontation.

Den, standing by the side, understood Marion Roger better than anyone else. This was a man in casual attire who could do things that others would consider madness.

In the past, Marion had been capable of making two aggressive dogs fight to the death. When he loved the Prince, the dog was truly his prince. But when he lost interest, regardless of the dog's high value, it became nothing more than an amusing pet to him.

Today, Marion had simply tied up the two dogs here to watch the spectacle, not out of kindness or a good mood, but as a form of punishment for Clara.

Clara had always been afraid of dogs, and Den was accustomed to such scenes in the Roger household.

He stood silently to the side, checking the cages and leashes to ensure they wouldn't suddenly break or come loose. There was nothing more he could do in this situation.

Den, in the gazebo, quietly organized the Prince's toys, his expression shrouded in ambiguity.

As his friend had once said, when working in the Roger household, they had to learn to be deaf to some things. Now he understood the word of his friend. Even though he see everyday struggle of Clara but he still couldn't do anything.