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!

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

I looked at him

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

walking over to Michael, his voice rang

look before grousing, “Why

really mouthy, Anna! The housekeepers

as much, I had

sigh, I dragged my feet to the

opened it, only to be

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

entertaining clients almost every day,” Michael, who was

almost every day? I wonder how his perfect figure

loss right then. What can I cook with a few tomatoes and eggs? I can’t be making scrambled eggs with tomatoes for the two of us,

an eternity, I finally decided on my signature

to cook noodles since I didn’t want to spend too much time

two bowls of noodles and carried them

off the apron, I uttered mildly to Michael, who was reading

hearing my voice, he put down the book in

tilted into a faint arc, he looked

when he reached me and glimpsed the food on the

this all you cooked for dinner after spending hours in the kitchen? You

pointing at one of the bowls of noodles, his voice

can clearly see for yourself? I didn’t want to cook such a simple

bowl to my front and poured half of the

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

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