Ethan Grant resolved the bed situation quickly: he would sleep on the sofa.
"No, really, I should just go back."
Shirley Thorne said earnestly.
She decided she wasn't going to watch the billionaire sleep. 'He's a grown man, does he really need someone to watch over him while he sleeps?'
'That's messed up, right?'
Shirley Thorne immediately started to walk away, her eyes staring straight ahead, her expression slightly glazed over.
Ethan Grant hadn't planned on stopping her, but seeing her amusing state, he couldn't resist. "Come here and sleep!"
'AHHHHHHHHHH!'
'Why do those four words sound so suggestive? I'm going to burst into flames!'
Ever since she entered the study, Shirley Thorne had been toggling between spontaneous combustion and total petrification. She clearly remembered there being several beds in the study—it was a suite, after all. How had they vanished in the blink of an eye?
Ethan Grant's official explanation was as follows:
