Lost in Mr. Preston's Temptation

At half past seven, Ethan brought Donny back to the Preston Village.

As soon as he entered the room, he heard the sound of an argument. Looking for the source of the sound, he found that Clara and Baxter were on the living room sofa playing games.

From his angle, he could see Clara with a bent knee sitting on the right side of an armchair.

Clara seemed to love green. She wore a light green net skirt today, covering her snow-white legs. Her ankles were so thin that they looked like they would break upon the lightest touch. She was pulling in and extending her ten round toes, making her look restless.

Looking at her beautiful little feet, Ethan inexplicably swallowed.

He gave the coat in his hand to the servant on the side, entered the living room, and sat down on the sofa opposite Clara

"Clara, can you change your sitting posture?"

He remembered that she had always sat elegantly before, whether in the living room or during dinner. She was a proper young lady.

"This is where I live, I'm not at work. I can sit however I want." Clara was busy playing games and didn't look at him as she answered, "And it's comfortable to sit like this!"

When she replied, her shining white toes moved twice again; provocatively.

Donny, who had followed behind, stood silently to one side.

Since Clara had woken up, Donny had noticed that she seemed to be different. Now... she seemed to be provoking Ethan?

"Cough cough!" Seeing that Baxter was also enthralled in the game, Donny coughed hard.

"Brother, why are you coughing? If your throat feels sore you should take some loquat cream," Baxter had not yet reacted.

Then he subconsciously looked up and saw the expressionless Donny, and Ethan sitting on the sofa with furrowed eyebrows and a solemn aura. He was scared.

"Ahaha, Ethan, you're back?" Baxter turned off the phone and laughed dryly.

"Baxter, what are you doing?" Clara was upset to see him go offline she kicked him, "It's the final circle, do you sincerely not want me to win?"

Baxter didn't dare to let her kick him, so when she stretched her feet over, he quickly got up from the sofa and stood next to Donny.

Because Baxter had quit, Clara was eliminated by her opponents within three seconds, and ended up getting third place. She was so angry she threw her phone against the sofa and ground her teeth. Ethan put down his teacup and glanced at her, "Are you done playing?"

"I'm done." Clara stretched forward and went to fruit tray, stabbed a piece of cantaloupe, and threw it into her mouth. Then she lay down on the sofa in another comfortable position.

Her green net gauze skirt had partly lifted, and a part of her beautiful calf was exposed to the men.

Clara had one hand on the back of the sofa, and looked at Ethan, saying lazily, "Ethan, do you need me for something?"

Because she was at home, she had not put any makeup on, and her face was bare. However, because of her inherent beauty, her natural face couldn't make her less beautiful. It was full of collagen, and there was a touch of laziness between her eyebrows.

Ethan noticed the obvious change in her mood.

He still remembered how when Clara had first come to Preston Village, she had been careful even though he had said that she was the owner of Preston Village, and Mrs. Preston.

She had been like a little animal living on someone charity, afraid of being abandoned, she had always looked at him with a hint of ingratiation.

Now, the sorrow hidden in her eyes seems to have dissipated. Her eyes had become bright and clear, and held a lazy flamboyance.

It was as if she had shed all her pretense and turned into the Rowan family's arrogant and reckless young lady.

Ethan didn't know if it was that Clara didn't want to pretend anymore or for another reason that she had suddenly revealed her nature. However, this kind of her he felt was much more interesting.

A touch of amusement flashed in his eyes, and he picked up a cup of tea and took a sip, "Come with me to my grandma's for dinner tomorrow night."

"Sure!" Clara used her fingers to fiddle with her long hair.

Suddenly, she leaned towards the man, "What kind of granddaughter-in-law does your grandma like? Lively and playful, or is it a young lady from a noble family?"