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?"

started to grumble inwardly, 'It's just a handkerchief. It wouldn't take more than

than 15 minutes. Why was he so reluctant to let Lucy wash

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

handkerchief. If

alarms were going off. If it was not

just now that he did not notice

handkerchief with faint dark patterns on it. It gave off a strong

could tell at first glance that it was a

in the hands

I hurriedly went into the convenience store to buy the coat because I was soaked.

enough to treat me to

turn, but Lucy smiled naturally as if she

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

the words

that something

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