Billionaire's Match

Chapter 897

Ethan’s expression stiffened, then he let out a short, incredulous laugh. “Ridiculous.”

Charlotte knew that Clarice had been extremely strict with him since childhood, often locking him in dark rooms as

punishment. If that had left lasting trauma, his dislike of being alone now was understandable.

Whenever Ethan had left Clarice’s place before, he had never liked staying in hotels. He’d rather linger at Charlotte’s doorstep. The only time he stayed in a hotel, he had done everything to make sure she accompanied him.

Charlotte exhaled softly.

“Just so you know, I’m a deep sleeper. I can’t be expected to get up at night to take care of anyone.”

A faint curve tugged at Ethan’s lips.

“That’s fine. I’m not setting up a guest room. You and I will share a room."

“Ethan!” Charlotte jumped back in shock. “Don’t be ridiculous!”

“Ridiculous?” Ethan’s eyes flicked with mischief. “We’re just sleeping in the same room, not the same bed. There’s a sofa in my room-it’s more than enough for you.”

room sofa. You

from the bedroom,” Ethan said leisurely. “Besides, didn’t someone just mention she sleeps deeply and can’t get up at

if a thought had struck him, raising

sleep on the floor right outside

help but laugh again, finally nodding. “Fine, sofa it is. As long as you’re comfortable and

devil. Always

phase, endure the night, and then it would

Charlotte sleepy at all. Meanwhile, Ethan, medicated, slept like a

morning that Charlotte finally felt herself

low, heavy

“Ethan?”

alert, propping herself up to

got up and went to

ball, fists clenched

She

pajamas, and

his hand–but in an

dreaming…” Charlotte tried to push