The clothes hanging in the dressing room were all suits and shirts. Even the shoes in there were almost all black leather shoes.

Well, well… almost all his clothes are suits. In fact, I don’t see any casual clothes at all.

I randomly snagged one of Michael’s white shirts and promptly put it on.

My shirt wasn’t fit to be worn anymore, so I could only make do with his shirt. After all, I couldn’t possibly go about his house in my birthday suit.

His shirt was very big, so it fell to midthigh on me. While it appeared rather odd, it was far better than my torn shirt.

When I went downstairs, Michael was sitting in the living room with his legs crossed elegantly. As I looked at him from afar, I could sense the innate regality he exuded.

Hearing my footsteps, he glanced over his shoulder. The moment he saw that I was wearing his shirt, his alluring brows creased deeply.

Gazing into his eyes, I suddenly remembered that he had mysophobia. Could it be that the look in his eyes now is of reproach because I’m wearing his shirt?

“My shirt is torn, so I have no choice but to wear yours temporarily. But don’t worry, for I’ll definitely wash it before returning it to you,” I hastily explained, looking at him anxiously.

I was rather diffident since I took it without his permission.

Despite that, he was still eyeing me up and down. I couldn’t fathom his thoughts, and precisely for that reason, I felt all the edgier.

“You know what, I’ll change out of it right away.”

Hanging my head, I spun around to go upstairs and change out of the shirt after saying that morosely.

How stingy! Is this necessary when I just wanted to borrow his shirt for a while? It’s of no consequence to him!

was about to reach the staircase, Michael’s voice drifted over. “Just leave it on since you’re already wearing it. I

he spoke. Whirling around, I looked at him in delight as an inexplicable thrill

Hurry up and cook! Or are you waiting

I started walking over to Michael, his voice rang out

short, I threw him a disgruntled look before grousing, “Why must

impatiently. “You’re really mouthy, Anna! The housekeepers have the day off, so you go

he had said as much, I had no excuse

sigh, I dragged my

I opened it, only to

eat usually? There are too few ingredients in the fridge,” I said to Michael in exasperation after glancing

every day,” Michael, who was drinking coffee in the living

day? I wonder how his perfect

a few tomatoes and eggs? I can’t be making scrambled eggs

seemed an eternity, I finally decided

the past, I used to cook noodles since

two

to Michael, who was reading

my voice, he put down the book in his

into

the food on

cooked for dinner after spending hours in the kitchen? You only cooked one

one of the bowls of noodles, his voice

yourself? I didn’t want to cook such a simple fare either,

to my front and poured half of the scrambled eggs with tomatoes

that, Michael’s brows scrunched even deeper, and he eyed me

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