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The Grumpy Ceo's Sweetheart

Chapter 3 Mr. Stefan Wants You to Burn the Clothes

Word Count: 1127    |    Released on: 12/08/2025

meant the second wardrobe in the room belonged to Stefan, and by extension,

she mumbled. But as she spoke,

silently cursing herself for messing up again. She had just married a grumpy, disabl

it, and put it back," Dorothy said, turning to

burn the clothes as wel

uh

stare before looking at Griffin, who wore an equally

red. If he wasn't going to use the clot

expression made he

What am I supposed to wear?" she

h research and ensured that every piece of clothing he bought for yo

I'll take it off and do whatever you

flection one last time. The clothes suited her so well. With a frustrated huf

Did Stefan just assume all women loved dressing like this? Even the s

sleeves shirt and shorts. She adjusted the outfit countless times, feeli

d her thoughts. She opened it

Stefan's discarded clothe

e clothes and handing them over. Inwardly, she was c

reflection in the mirror. Sharing a bedroom with Stefan

try to sleep with you, righ

g you can offer except your body every nig

other's words. No man would want to look at yo

trange sense of comfort

rs of not speaking, not walking. As if that wasn't enough, he'd been saddled with an "ugly loser" like her. That's why he o

why. A growl from her stomach reminded her she was hungry,

eir bedroom. Curiosity crept in as she wondered where he

n overwhelming spread of food. Surely the

ill join me for dinner?" she asked a

at with the young mast

is for Stefan, and he finishes

tart eating and not wait for him. You can eat to y

? I can't eat this alone

ing to eat, let us know so we can clear the table,"

ing nice. Lighten up," the fir

fed and wa

around new people,"

I know your name

ork to do. I don't want Emily to find a reas

me in a long while she'd tasted food so rich in spices and protein. Sh

Tiffany scolded, taking the plate from her. "T

o do these things. I really do

g mistress? We don't need

with a friendly smile, despite

Tiffany said to Emil

ke she's pure, but she's not,"

not, she's Mr. Stefan's w

r," Emil

lway. She pressed the button and stepped inside. Just

tefan is allowed to-" The d

thy muttered, trying to recall. She p

mly lit, abandoned-looking space. The only light ca

stepped out and walked towa

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