Lost in Mr. Preston's Temptation

Donny face immediately became serious, "How did you know about Ms. Delores?"

Baxter shrugged. "Just because I rarely follow Ethan doesn't mean my ears are sealed shut. I pretty much know everything about Ethan and Ms. Delores's story." "Brother, this incident was not aimed at Ethan, was it?" He suddenly asked.

Seeing that Donny didn't answer, Baxter put down the food in his hand and said, "Ethan's grandmother wants a grandson, why can't Ethan find a surrogate mother?"

"Didn't those two previous women have a fake marriage with Ethan? Why did Ethan want to get a marriage certificate with Clara?" As Baxter said this an idea formed in his mind. "Is it because Ms. Delores..." "Enough, shut up!" Donny bellowed.

The servants' room was on the left side of the living room. Although at this hour, the servants were asleep, nevertheless Donny didn't want these words to be heard by anyone else.

After being scolded by his brother, Baxter pouted and didn't speak again.

"Baxter, even if Ethan is good to you, he is the boss, and we are only his employees." Donny said in a deep voice, his eyes carrying a strong warning, "Regarding Ms. Delores, no matter how much you know, just keep your mouth shut and protect Clara."

"Okay, Okay, I won't gossip anymore." Baxter was deeply afraid of how his brother became when he was lecturing someone, so he raised his hands in surrender. "I'm going back to my room to sleep." He picked up the ice cream bucket on the table and tried to slip away.

"Wait!" Donny called out to him again, "When you're with Ethan's wife, don't say anything you shouldn't. If something goes wrong, don't blame brother for not going easy on you."

Baxter swiftly understood the meaning behind his brother's words. The hairs on his skin shook and he swiftly ran away.

While Clara was lying down, her thoughts was full of that bloody wound on Ethan's back, and she tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She even wondered, with Ethan's back wound, would he only be able to sleep on his stomach?

Could he sleep well, sleeping on his stomach?

With these confused thoughts, she finally fell asleep. By the time the sun came in through the window, it was already the next day.

Clara went downstairs after she finished washing, but she didn't see Ethan at the table.

"Is Ethan still sleeping?" It was usually Donny who drove Ethan to the company, but Donny was still home today.

"He went out early in the morning and didn't let me drive." Donny said.

Hearing this, Clara frowned, a bit of worry on his face, "He was injured and did not sleep well. Why did he still go out? Is there something urgent at the company?"

Ooi! Baxter looked at Clara and chuckled. "Are you concerned about Ethan?"

Clara quickly realized that she was indeed a bit too worried.

Her cheeks were slightly red as she coughed and rolled her eyes at Baxter. "Ethan was injured because of me. Isn't it normal for me to care about him?"

"Yes, yes!" Baxter had an expression that said, 'I understand." "Have you read the news about the hotel?"

Clara shook her head as she ate the porridge served by Mae, "I was too sleepy when I came back last night and had no time to turn on my phone. Did something unexpected happen? “ With Ruby personally confessing, she didn't think that Steve would be able to whitewash matters.

"No nothing unexpected. Everyone is cursing Steve and feeling sorry for you." Baxter handed her the phone, "I think if there was an Oscar for best crying act, you would be first place!" Clara took the phone and put it on the table. She ate breakfast while looking at it.

The reporters she had invited last night had posted their videos on the internet soon after recording them, and they had caused a great uproar. They had trended from last night until now, and everyone was cursing Steve and Ruby.

# Prostitutes will really mate with dogs until the world ends #

# Serves Steve right to be cuckolded, serves him right to not have viable sperm! A person like him doesn't deserve to have children! #

# Seeing Clara Rowan crying, I also cried. If I was betrayed by the man I had loved for twenty years, I might have committed suicide.

As she continued to scroll, she saw even angrier netizens had printed a funeral picture of Steve Lane in black and white. Others had bought more than a dozen funeral wreaths and had them sent to ARCTIC, to place at company's entrance.

Clara read all of this calmly.

In truth, not long after she had been framed, she had also collapsed, and had considered suicide. But then a man had unexpectedly appeared and pulled her away.

Now she wanted Steve Lane and his lover to experience how she had felt after getting all of the internet hate that she had been first exposed to.