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!

staircase, Michael’s voice drifted over. “Just

I looked at him in delight as an

and cook! Or are

to Michael, his

I threw him a disgruntled look before grousing,

mouthy, Anna! The housekeepers have the day off, so you go and

he had said as much, I had

a sigh, I dragged my feet to the

refrigerator in the kitchen, I opened it, only to be greeted by bare shelves that

ingredients in the fridge,” I said to Michael in exasperation after glancing

clients almost every day,” Michael, who was

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,

with a few tomatoes and eggs? I can’t be making scrambled eggs with tomatoes for the two of

for what seemed an eternity, I finally decided on my

cook noodles since I didn’t want to

then cooked two bowls of noodles and carried

slipped off the apron, I uttered mildly to Michael, who was reading in the living room, “Alright, dinner is

hearing my voice, he put down the book in his hands

his lips tilted into a faint arc, he looked particularly

he reached me and glimpsed the food

for dinner after spending hours in

one of the bowls of noodles, his

still asking when you can clearly see for yourself? I didn’t want to cook such a

a bowl to my front and poured half of the scrambled eggs with

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

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