The Trending Topic Herself: The Villainess is the Superstar! Chapter 231: I Don’t Like Others Touching Your Things

He thought it was laughable, childishly laughable.

Because this toy bear had caused quite a few embarrassing monts, Maya Monroe knew Ian Rowe didn’t really like the bear, so she said awkwardly, "This bear... I was thinking it’s been sitting in the guest room collecting dust, it’s good to bring it out to see the world, instead of being cooped up at ho every day."

"Soone will clean it regularly."

"How can that be the sa? Staying at ho all the ti, it must be bored. Moreover, look..."

Maya Monroe stepped forward and propped the toy bear up from the bed.

The toy bear was indeed not small, looking almost proportional to Maya Monroe.

Trying to persuade him from another angle, Maya Monroe said, "Look, this bear is so cute, being with it makes you feel joyful."

"Why are you standing so far away? Co closer and take a look."

Ian Rowe was pulled by hand and instinctively stepped forward.

In his palm, there seed to be a lingering soft touch, radiating warmth. He glanced sideways at the toy bear, finding it genuinely cuter this ti, with a silly blush on its cheeks.

"Indeed, let’s keep it for now then."

"Keep it for now?"

Ian Rowe looked down at her, "What, are you thinking of bringing it back to the bedroom?"

Seeing his expression growing sowhat displeased, Maya Monroe knew when to stop.

"How could I? I do think this bear does take up space. Just the two of us in the bedroom, it’s just right."

Maya Monroe didn’t know which of her words had struck the right chord, but Ian Rowe’s face did show so amusent.

"Hmm, just right..."

It’s not that the bed couldn’t accommodate a toy bear; if Ian Rowe was willing, there are many ways to make room. But he didn’t like the attention and affection Maya Monroe gave to the toy bear.

She treated the toy bear as "a living presence," even using it to achieve "stress relief" and "a sense of security."

Why? Rather trust a toy bear...

Think about it, Maya Monroe seed to lack any particularly close friends or soone she greatly trusted. It’s not due to lack of charm or a disagreeable personality. Within her heart, she had built an impenetrable wall, allowing no one to glimpse within.

She refused to form connections with people or things around her.

Ian Rowe’s eyes squinted slightly, his dark eyes deep and unfathomable.

Maya Monroe is the most enigmatic person to him, and also the person he most wants to understand.

The desire to understand her is extrely strong, wanting to explore her inside and out, to dissolve all sense of distance.

Maya Monroe put the toy bear back down on the bed, ensuring it was properly tucked in.

Ian Rowe watched, feeling a pang of eye strain.

"Darling, there’s nothing much to see here, I should take you to look at so tourist attractions, there are a lot of pavilions, bamboo forests and other nice scenery."

"Wait a mont, let’s tidy up first, sit for a bit."

Maya Monroe watched wide-eyed as Ian Rowe rolled up his sleeves and adeptly bent down to tidy up.

It was that strange feeling again, Ian Rowe seed increasingly less like the aloof and elegant person she first t.

Maya Monroe reached out her finger, paused at the tip, and then withdrew it.

She felt she could indeed touch Ian Rowe, clearly touch him.

Mulling it over, she spoke, "Darling, I didn’t expect you to be so skilled at cleaning up, you must do it often at ho?"

"I just don’t like others touching my things."

What a strange habit, if Ian Rowe had to clean his office and study as well, wouldn’t he be exhausted?

"This..." Maya Monroe stood up and walked over, "Darling don’t bother tidying up here, just call a part-ti worker later. Aren’t you busy? Don’t waste ti on such small stuff."

Ian Rowe was putting tidily assorted snacks into a box, sorting them row by row, with a pattern of colors also traceable.

Maya Monroe’s brow twitched.

Ian Rowe might have obsessive-compulsive disorder?

Without turning his head, a deep voice slowly drifted over:

"I also don’t like others touching your stuff."

Maya Monroe’s body stiffened slightly.

Ian Rowe’s expression was focused, as if it wasn’t snack bags in his hands, but extrely important docunts: "You go rest on the side for a bit."

Maya Monroe responded with a sound, found a place, and sat down.

With her legs crossed, she played gas, occasionally letting out so ga sounds.

Now it was just her and Ian Rowe in the room, the hollow environnt filled with ga sounds, attracting quite a bit of attention.

Maya Monroe exited the ga, inexplicably, before Ian Rowe, a strict and serious person, she felt the ga sounds leaking out were sowhat awkward.

She had to admit, when Ian Rowe was there, she found it almost impossible to fully focus on any task.

Because she was always distracted by Ian Rowe, even though he made almost no noise.

Maya Monroe put down her phone, her gaze swept over Ian Rowe: from his well-defined arm, to his prominent Adam’s apple, and finally to his indifferent and handso face.

She had to admit Ian Rowe’s looks really matched her taste.

Maya Monroe recalled fans comnting on how she looked beautiful, gaining high ratings even when simply standing silently while filming.

She felt if Ian Rowe acted in films, he could probably achieve the sa effect.

Unfortunately, Ian Rowe wasn’t interested in acting.

After tidying up a big box of snacks, Ian Rowe’s expression wasn’t too pleased.

"How long are you planning to eat these?"

Maya Monroe knew Ian Rowe disliked her eating such junk food, so she exaggerated: "About... a week, I guess."

In reality, she’d finish them in three days.

Ian Rowe didn’t respond, and Maya Monroe wasn’t sure if he’d heard her.

By the ti Ian Rowe had finished tidying all the clutter, half an hour had passed.

"Thank you for your hard work, here, have so water." Maya Monroe walked over and handed him a glass of orange juice.

Ian Rowe paused, but still took it.

As the sticky and sweet beverage slid down his throat, "This is concentrated juice, right?"

Maya Monroe nodded honestly; she had simply poured bottled juice into a cup, discarding the juice bottle into the trash.

"Freshly squeezed is always better." Ian Rowe paused, contemplating, "Clearly, letting you be on your own outside isn’t quite right."

"What do you an not right?"

"Your life skills are poor."

Maya Monroe’s cheeks blushed slightly, but she didn’t refute.

"You should eat less of these snacks in the future. Later, I’ll arrange for soone to specially prepare als for you."

Maya Monroe hesitated: "Isn’t that too much trouble..."

It was essentially indirectly limiting her dietary freedom, wasn’t it?

Ian Rowe’s attitude was exceptionally firm: "This matter is not open for discussion."

After leaving the hotel, they went to browse the area for suitable scenery.

Soon, Scott ca running over: "Maya, you have a scene later, we need to reapply your makeup quickly, let’s hurry up!"