Young Bride in a Lightning Marriage: Never Tired of Mr. Leon’s Love

Matthew could no longer keep the smile on his face. "Wifey..."

He looked at Lucy pleadingly.

Internally, he was thinking, 'Don't go in. I beg you, please. I still want to keep my dignity.'

Lucy's face was expressionless when she looked at him...

She was wondering if he was hiding something. What was he hiding from her? Was someone else in this house?

Lucy was having all sorts of thoughts, but she did not question him just yet. She had to see it to believe it. She would not act like how Matthew did that morning, angering her by wrongly accusing her without any proof.

With a gulp, she searched his room.

Lucy looked under the bed, in the closet, behind the curtains, and behind the door.

The more she searched, the more confused she was. There was nothing!

She scanned his room again. Since she had been sleeping in his room, she was familiar with the room's layout. There seemed to be no changes at all.

No one was there. She looked at the window again. It was locked shut, so there was no way anyone could be hiding in here just now.

Why was Matthew acting so nervous? Lucy scratched her head.

Matthew watched as Lucy failed to find the evidence after searching every corner of his room. He could not help but sigh in relief, and he put a smile on his face again.

"Wifey, see? I'm not hiding anything from you."

The triumphant smile on his face made her uneasy. He had to be hiding something from her, but she just could not find it.

What could it be? Lucy searched the entire room again, but she still could not find anything.

Until...

Lucy suddenly pulled out a washboard from somewhere in the corner.

"Matt, where did this washboard come from?"

Matthew stiffened. "Huh? The washboard..."

He stammered, not knowing how to explain.

Lucy was baffled. "Matt, don't we have washing machines? Even if we wanted to hand wash clothes, we could just put them in the basket and the helpers would take them away. Why did you buy a washboard?"

Matthew was drenched in cold sweat. "Wifey, I just think we need to be more self-reliant. I think we

should wash the expensive

custom-made clothes by handel

now on, which is why I bought a washboard."

He truly admired his quick wit. He did not expect to come up with an excuse.

Lucy sneered. "Matthew, do you think that I'd believe you?"

Matthew froze. "W-Why not?"

“Matthew, think about how many of your clothes would have to be washed by hand.”

His eyes were blank. "Just a couple?"

Lucy rolled her eyes. “It's not just a

couple of pieces. Most of the

clothes in your closet would have to be hand-washed. Only a small number of items could be

machine-washed."

"So what?"

"Matthew, don't you understand? Even if you didn't have that many clothes, it would take us forever to hand wash them every morning!Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

"Also, you don't even know what clothes you need to wash by hand, yet you're saying you want to hand wash them?" Lucy mocked him out loud. Matthew's expression darkened. This was not what he expected.