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

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

you still standing there? Hurry up and cook! Or are you

walking over to Michael, his

look before grousing,

housekeepers have the day off, so you

he had said as much, I had

a sigh, I dragged my feet to the

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

are too few ingredients in the fridge,” I said to Michael in

almost every day,” Michael, who was drinking coffee

 He’s entertaining clients almost every day? I wonder how his perfect figure came

then. What can I cook with a few tomatoes and

in the kitchen for what seemed an

the past, I used to cook noodles since

scrambled eggs with tomatoes, I then cooked two bowls of

mildly to Michael, who was

voice, he put down the book in his hands and

into a faint

glimpsed the food on the table, his

you cooked for dinner after spending hours

at one of the

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

I shifted a bowl to my front and poured

deeper, and

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