I'm pregnant Sir Behave Yourself by Daphne

Chapter 1690 It Doesn’t Matter, I’m Not Picky

“It's alright. Let me take the maid's room,” said Luke. He unbuttoned the two buttons on his shirt, pulled off his tie, and headed to the maid's room.

It seemed like he was looking for clothes to change into.

Luca felt helpless when he rejected her offer. She had no choice but to take off the coat. Something came into her mind, and she habitually reached her hand into the coat's pocket to check if anything was in it.

It was a habit of hers. Sometimes, Luke used to put little things in his coat. For example, a lighter or some other things. Hence, she made it a habit to check his pockets before she put them in the washing machine so that the things would not get ruined after soaking in water.

Luke held another clean shirt and walked out of the room. He happened to see what she was doing.

Their eyes met. Luca was afraid that he might misunderstand her, so she explained immediately, “Mr. Crawford, I just wanted to check if there was anything in your pocket. If there was nothing in it, I was going to leave it on the balcony. The cleaning lady will be here to wash it tomorrow.”

"Mm." Luke did not expose her little habitual action. It was what Bianca used to do back then.

It had been three years. Everything else about her had not changed even a little when she was with him, except that she was disguising her identity.

"I'll go take a shower first," said Luke. Then, he walked into the shared bathroom.

As Luca watched the bathroom door close, she helplessly put his clothes into the laundry basket on the balcony. When she touched the coat just now, she noticed that the material was not suitable to be washed with the washing machine. Therefore, she thought of personally washing Luke's clothes for him tomorrow. Luca brought in the laundry that was thoroughly dry after she left the clothes in the laundry basket.

Then, she separated the laundry. She hung Luke's clothes back into the maid's room, while she took her clothes back into her bedroom.

She also brought the two folders into her bedroom.

Luke was here. It would be inconvenient for her to do her work in the living room, so she had no choice but to do it in the bedroom.

After she closed the door, she sat down in front of the dressing table. Luke got her the dressing table after she moved in. She thought it was of little use. After all, she preferred dressing up casually. The dressing table was like a decoration for her.

However, she did not expect the dressing table to become her workstation for tonight.

Luca switched on her laptop and downloaded the documents she had sent to herself via email.

translating the documents, someone

sat still without moving. She asked right away, "Mr. Crawford, what's the

working," Luke said. He saw that her bedroom was still lit

night. He could not bear to

the translated documents and wondered, 'Can he see what I'm doing when the door

a minute, then switched off

to wake up early to make breakfast for him tomorrow morning. She should not take

off the lights to get

When he saw the lights switching off in the bedroom, only then did he switch off the lights in the living room too. Then, he walked into the

room.

he would hold Bianca in his

He surely would...

The next day.

She immediately sat up, rushed into the bathroom, and washed up.

did not take any sleeping pills. She did not expect that she would still wake up slightly

time even if she did not set an alarm. Sometimes, she could even

well and that

think further as she knew the peace in the depths of

fridge and looked at the ingredients the cleaning lady bought. She quickly decided what to make

he saw that the bedroom door was left

around and

reached, he heard noises coming from the kitchen. Luca was

Indeed...

early in the morning

activity that he missed the most. It was also what he liked

busy making breakfast. Instead, he turned around and

carried the food out of the kitchen. Luke was already sitting on the couch watching the

was his everyday

looked at his figure. She was truly impressed with him. Although he was the owner of the apartment, he no longer stayed here anymore. Still, he could sit on the

Crawford, breakfast is