Chapter 77 A Handmade Sweater

Matthew had clearly seen Elizabeth remove his shirt last night with his own eyes. She’s

trying to push the blame on Ms. Elliott.

He smirked knowingly and shot her a glance. Suspicion flitted through his piercing gaze.

“I remember seeing you take it off last night,” he insisted.

His accusation caused Elizabeth to blush.

D*mn it!

The gears in her mind turned, and she explained, “You must have imagined it. You had a lot

to drink last night, after all. Ms. Elliott was the one who took off your clothes for you. She even

wiped your body. It would have been too awkward for me to do these things otherwise.”

Elizabeth admirably kept her composure as she lied through her teeth. Matthew deepened his

scrutiny.

Suddenly, he pulled off the covers and stood up.

Elizabeth’s eyes

widened in shock at the sight of his cut figure. Her eyes strayed to the region

of his manhood, and she barely stopped herself from gaping.

Isn’t this too much?

and stammered, “I washed and

I get

the bedroom to the balcony.

draped them over

stared at the clothes. Why

their biggest enemy. His clothes needed gentle

the washing machine.

wester

his clothes and

thousands! I can’t

him

exasperation. My relationship with money

to cook and clean

hid his clothes and retuirred

and hawed as Matthew asked,

Hilton, a thief stole your clothes from the

convincing lie, right? Clothing theft is pretty common around these parts.

things up.

good measure, “Perhaps your expensive clothes

sheepish smile while

them in the washing machine?”

I dry cleaned

think they would

claim they were stolen,

make her “pay” for her mistake?

something else to

they were for

realized Matthew would never wear

clothes.

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