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,

it would take less than 15 minutes. Why

same as other people's hands? My wife is precious.

denied it, "No, this isn't Chelsea's handkerchief. If it were hers, she wouldn't

If it was not Chelsea's handkerchief, whose was

wife just now that he

was a black square handkerchief with faint dark patterns on it. It gave off

first glance that it

it in the hands of

my university's campus today. After I sneaked in, I hurriedly went into the convenience

enough to treat me

an unexpected turn, but Lucy smiled naturally as if she

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

emphasized the words 'former

finally realized that

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