Ivan suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze slowly shifting to Clarice, staring at her intently.
Although Ivan was lying on the bed, his imposing presence was still evident when his expression was cold.
Clarice felt a little nervous under his stare and paused her actions. "So, you..."
"Why are you wearing my clothes?" Ivan asked with a puzzled expression, grabbing Clarice's wrist.
Caught off guard, Clarice bumped into his chin, and her lips became swollen and painful.
She quickly tried to get up, but since Ivan was still holding her sleeve, it pulled her collar down, exposing one shoulder.
Ivan's gaze lingered between Clarice's lips and shoulder, his expression gradually deepening.
Clarice blushed instantly.
She left Ivan's room and changed out of the torn clothing.
When she returned,
