Chapter 154

The cook looked completely baffled but didn't dare question anything and quietly exited the room. That spare room hadn't been used in ages, so cleaning it up was honestly a pain. When Celeste had decided to sleep in the same bed as Ethan, she never planned on moving back in here. In fact, just to make sure Ethan couldn't kick her out, she'd crammed the room full of canvases, paints, and all kinds of art supplies the next day. Who knew she was just digging herself a hole? She tossed her pillow and blanket onto the bed without much care, glanced around, and realized there wasn't even space for her feet. Super annoyed, she kicked a box of paint aside. A loud "clang" echoed through the tiny room, the noise sharp and grating. Seriously? Why should she be the one getting kicked out and stuffed into this dump just because of an argument? The thought made her frown harder. She smacked her own forehead, yanked open the door, and headed out-she was ready to march back and argue with Ethan again.