The Newlywed Villa.
Shirley Thorne had been happy and perfectly fine when she left, but she returned looking like a frost-bitten eggplant.
It wasn't that she didn't understand the tycoon's concerns. Looking at it from his perspective, he was actually worried about her safety. After all, she was practically a veteran at surviving disasters, having already endured a falling chandelier, online harassment, and a hotel fire.
If there were an Unluckiness Olympics, she could definitely represent Celestia.
But still, she refused to be cooped up in the villa, treated like a pretty decoration.
Even if said villa spanned roughly a thousand square meters and came fully equipped with a swimming pool, a KTV room, and a movie theater.
"No! I won't compromise!"
At eleven o'clock that night, Shirley Thorne, clad in little deer pajamas, lay pouting on her bed. She crossed her arms over her chest, looking thoroughly displeased.
