Matthew 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.

Although 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 some thought. "I see. Is it Ms. King's handkerchief?"

grumble inwardly,

aware that it would take less than 15 minutes. Why was he so reluctant to let Lucy wash it herself,

my wife's hands the same as other people's hands? My wife is precious. I don't care

it, "No, this isn't Chelsea's handkerchief. If it

alarms were going off. If it

worrying about his wife just now that he did not notice the

square handkerchief with faint dark patterns on it. It gave off a strong scent of men's

tell at first glance that it was a man's

in the

in, I hurriedly went into the convenience store

was even nice enough

turn, but Lucy smiled

dangerously. Oh, a very nice former coursemate, huh? He bet it was a guy. "Was your very nice

emphasized the

finally realized that something

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