I'm not a pervert!

Although Roseline was domineering, she treated the

original owner very well and never shortchanged her financially.

The original owner was lazy and gluttonous, but Roseline indulged her completely.

Her only obsession was marrying her daughter into a wealthy family.

Claire sighed.

Well, she had married into one.

If Roseline knew Ethan's identity, she would probably faint from joy.

The Cole family was one of Bellmont's top-tier wealthy families.

Compared to them, the blind date she had gone on the other day was nothing more than a trivial affair.

However, she wouldn't remain a wealthy wife for long.

Once Ethan returned to the Cole family, she would divorce him, receive a large settlement, and live happily as a carefree rich woman.

Claire didn't accept Roseline's money.

Her parents were just ordinary wage earners. Money didn't come easily for them.

Besides, her salary would be paid soon-more than enough to support herself.

She took half a day off.

After going upstairs, she sent Ethan a message.

[Honey, my parents have left. Why don't you move back in today?]

Ten minutes later, Ethan replied.

【Okay.]

As always, his message was concise and to the point.

Claire couldn't tell whether he was happy or not.

Breakfast was still on the table. 

She cleaned it up, washed the dishes, and then headed to work.

She had just sat down when Sandra leaned over.

"What were you doing this morning?"

Claire turned on her computer and tidied her desk.

"My parents went back. I saw them off this morning." 

"Finally! Now your boyfriend doesn't have to sleep at the company anymore."

"Yes, yes."

She had felt a little sorry for Ethan these past few days.

After work, she would buy groceries, go home, cook dinner, and wait for him to return.

She had to act like a good wife to Ethan…just going through the motions.

If Ethan was happy, he might remember her kindness and give her more money during the divorce.

…

Kyle and Justin were chatting when Ethan dragged a large black suitcase past them.

"I'm leaving."

The two of them froze.

Justin called out, "Where are you going?"

"Home."

They exchanged glances.

By the time they looked again, Ethan had already stepped into the elevator.

Kyle stared blankly for a moment.

"Wait. Claire went on a blind date behind his back. Why is he going back? Is he really still planning to stay with that woman?"

Justin shook his head and sighed.

"It's over. Ethanis completelysmitten with Claire. She's

blatantly cheating on him and he still doesn't care. A simp! A complete simp!"

Kyle gritted his teeth.

"He's love-obsessed! He won't give up until Claire shows up with another man."

Justin sighed again.

"With how far gone Ethan is, even that probably wouldn't wake him up."

The two men sighed heavily.

…

At home, Claire started the rice cooker and prepared the ingredients for dinner, planning to cook once Ethan returned.

Seeing that there was still time, she picked up a broom and swept the floor, then mopped it.

When she reached the wardrobe, a strange smell drifted into her nose.

She sniffed.

It seemed to be coming from the closet.

Propping the mop against the wall, she opened the wardrobe and began rummaging through it.

At the very back, she spotted a small bag.

She paused.

Inside were Ethan's underwear and socks.

It looked like she had stuffed them into the closet before they had dried and even sealed them in a bag.

No way…

She pulled the bag out, took a deep breath, and opened it.

A foul stench exploded out. 

It reeked!

That was definitely the smell.

The smell of stinky feet.

She pulled out the underwear, wondering if it could still be saved.

Just then, the sound of the door's keypad unlocking rang out.

Ethan pushed the door open.

The first thing he saw was Claire standing by the wardrobe, holding his black underwear almost up to her face.

His lips twitched.

Claire suddenly screamed.

“Holy Moly!" 

She flung the underwear away, followed by the socks and the bag.

"Don't misunderstand! I didn't-I didn't- Oh dear, Ethan, you have to believe me! I'm not a pervert!"

"I didn't do anything to your underwear! I just stuffed your

underwear and socks in the closet earlier before they dried. They went bad inside the bag, and I only just discovered it!"

"You have to believe me. I'm not that kind of person!"

Ethan couldn't help laughing.

He didn't respond immediately, Instead, he calmly took off his coat and hung it up.

Claire hurried over.

"'You believe me, right?"

Ethan looked down at her.

Meeting her hopeful gaze, he said calmly, "Even if you did do something to my underwear, it would be fine.”

Claire: "..."

Ethan walked past her and pulled his suitcase toward the

wardrobe.

He bent down to pick up the black underwear from the floor, then moved aside to collect the socks and bag.

Standing there, he seemed to be debating whether to wash them and keep wearing them.

Claire felt mortified.

"Throw them away! Throw them away quickly! They stink and there must be bacteria on them!"

"Just throw them away. I'll buy you new ones later."

Ethan looked up at her, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes.

"You said you'd buy me another pair, so I'll throw them away."

"Okay, okay…just throw them away quickly.”

Ethan tossed the items into the trash can, tied the garbage bag tightly, and placed it by the door.

Then he lined the trash can with a new bag.

He had barely come home, yet such an embarrassing scene had already occurred.

Claire felt so mortified she wanted to bang her head against the wall.

She hurried into the kitchen to cook.

She needed a moment to calm down.

Ethan opened his suitcase and hung his clothes in the wardrobe.

After that, he quickly took a shower and threw his dirty clothes into the washing machine.

Soon, Claire set the table.

Turning to him, she called out, "Dinner's ready."

She had prepared three dishes and a soup.

The two of them ate quietly.

After dinner, Ethan volunteered to wash the dishes while Claire went to shower.

She also washed the clothes they had changed out of.

Her shower took a long time. 

She had to wash and dry her hair and complete her skincare routine.

The entire process took nearly an hour.

By then, the laundry had finished washing.

She carried the basin outside to hang the clothes.

"Honey, can you open the door for me?"

Her hands were full, making it inconvenient to slide it open.

Ethan walked over, opened the balcony door, and took the basin from her hands.

"I’Il hang them. Close the door.”

It wasn't very cold in April.

Claire leaned against the doorway, watching Ethan hang the clothes.

His pale fingers were pinching her…

"No!"

Claire suddenly shouted.

She rushed forward and snatched the thin piece of fabric from his hand, hiding it behind her back.

"I can do it myself."

Ethan was much taller than her. He looked down at her, the corners of his lips slightly curved.

He didn't insist. 

Instead, he handed her a hanger and continued hanging the other clothes.

With her back to him, Claire reluctantly clipped the thin fabric onto the hanger.

The balcony was small, and the two stood very close. 

Inevitably, they brushed against each other as they moved.

Claire's heart pounded wildly.

Once the clothes were hung up, she quickly retreated inside.

Ethan watched her for a long moment before glancing at the

thin white fabric.

His throat tightened.

He picked up another piece of clothing.

It was Claire's.

Her clothes carried a faint, sweet fragrance.

They used the same laundry detergent and had even washed their clothes together in the same machine.

So why did Claire's clothes have such a unique scent?