The large study room was filled with scattered blueprints and books.
Some of the blueprints were crumpled into balls, while others lay flat on the floor. Books were everywhere—from the windowsill to the floor, to the desk... Alongside various knick-knacks, some piled in the corners, some on the shelves, and others just tossed in with the blueprints and books.
Marcus Shaw stood at the doorway, quite amazed at the messy study.
If he had OCD, well, he might just kill himself on the spot.
"What's up?"
Nora Scott, emerging from the bedroom, caught sight of Marcus standing frozen and casually asked.
With a stiff twist of his neck, Marcus's expression was indescribable. After a long pause, he spoke with difficulty, "Looking for a place to step."
"Oh."
Not feeling the least bit ashamed, Nora walked to the water dispenser with a cup and said, "Everything on the floor is trash, you can tidy it up."
"..."
Marcus was rendered completely speechless by her matter-of-fact attitude.
