NovelAppMatthew frowned. He did not want his wife to do house chores, so he gently persuaded her, "Wifey, just leave it to the helpers. They'll wash it carefully and make sure that it's not damaged." Lucy was upset. "If I had a choice, I wouldn't want to wash it myself too, but I made a promise." She was telling the truth. Lucy did not want to get her hands dirty at all.
She hated that feeling! Other than her career, she was lazy in every other aspect. However, since she had made a promise, she could not go back on her word.
Matthew still did not quite understand why his wife insisted on washing it herself. His particularly sensitive jealousy receptors seemed to have been knocked down by Lucy.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAlthough he was a bit slow, he had just learned a good habit from Lucy. If he was not sure about something, he should ask.
Hence, he did. "Why are you so persistent in wanting to wash this handkerchief?" Lucy sighed. "Matt, did you forget already? I just told you that I made a promise to someone." Matt gave it sthought. "I see. Is it Ms. King's handkerchief?" Could Chelsea not wash it herself? Matthew started to grumble inwardly, 'It's just a handkerchief. It wouldn't take more than 15 minutes.' Hah! It turned out he was aware that it would take less than 15 minutes. Why was he so reluctant to let Lucy wash it herself, then? Matthew would probably say, "How are my wife's hands the sas other people's hands? My wife is precious. I don't care about others." Lucy denied it, "No, this isn't Chelsea's handkerchief. If it were hers, she wouldn't letwash it." Matthew's jealousy alarms were going off. If it was not Chelsea's handkerchief, whose was it? He was so busy worrying about his wife just now that he did not notice the handkerchief at all.
It was a black square handkerchief with faint dark patterns on it. It gave off a strong scent of men's aftershave. He could tell at first glance that it was a man's handkerchief! Why was it in the hands of his wife? Before Matthew could ask, Lucy explained herself, "I went back to my university's campus today. After I sneaked in, I hurriedly went into the convenience store to buy the coat because I was soaked. I just so happened to meet my former coursemate there.
"My coursemate was even nice enough to treatto a meal." The conversation took an unexpected turn, but Lucy smiled naturally as if she was recalling a pleasant memory.
Matthew squinted dangerously. Oh, a very nice former coursemate, huh? He bet it was a guy. "Was your very nice former coursemate a guy?" Matthew emphasized the words 'former coursemate'.
Lucy finally realized that something was off.
What was Matthew trying to say?
Before she could understand Matthew's intentions, she had walked ve.
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"Yes, of course, it's a guy. He was the I e class representative. I didn't om recognize him at first.
"He used to be very fat before, but he lost dozens of pounds. He's tall, and his facial features lare more more prominent now. He looks a lot better than before," Lucy said in awe. Little did she know, Matthew was dying of jealousy.
This time, he had a valid reason, right? RULE #1 choose married women They have reason to keep things secret, as do you.
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