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!

to reach the staircase, Michael’s voice drifted over. “Just leave it on

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

still standing there? Hurry up and cook! Or are

started walking over to Michael,

look before

housekeepers

had said as much, I had

sigh, I dragged my feet to

I reached the refrigerator in the kitchen, I opened it, only to be greeted by

in the fridge,” I said

clients almost every day,” Michael, who was drinking coffee in the living room, answered nonchalantly upon hearing

I speechlessly curled my lips. He’s entertaining clients almost every day? I wonder how his perfect figure came to be when he’s not eating properly every day, I

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

in the kitchen for what seemed an eternity, I finally decided on my signature

used to cook noodles since

I then cooked two

Michael, who was reading in

hearing my voice, he put down the book in

into a faint arc, he looked particularly

me and glimpsed the food

you cooked for dinner after spending hours in

pointing at one of the bowls

can clearly see for yourself? I didn’t want to cook such a simple fare either, but there’s literally

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

brows scrunched even deeper, and he eyed

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