In order to coax me, no matter what, if I said I wanted to eat it, he would personally run to queue up.

Sometimes I felt sorry for him and asked him to find someone to do it for him.

But Frank said,

"Ashley, it's okay, I'm willing to do anything for you."

Thinking of this, my heart warmed, I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows, took the paper bag and opened it.

"I didn't think you would remember... what is this?"

I looked at him in shock, and an ominous feeling rose in my heart.

Inside the paper bag wasn't the cake I was expecting, but two pieces of booze-stained clothing.

One was Frank's suit jacket and the other was the dress Jessica wore tonight.

In the face of my question, Frank was rarely embarrassed.

"Jessica's clothes were dirty, and I thought you were used to doing housework anyway. Washing one or two pieces is the same. So I just brought them both back."

After saying that, he thought of something again, and became righteous.

"At worst, I will use another reconciliation coupon, there are still so many anyway, so I can save you from being petty."

All the words were stuck in my mouth by this sentence.

I wanted to tell him.

Frank, there were no more.

There was only one "Doghouse Card" left of the 99 reconciliation coupons.

But with the words on the tip of my tongue, I just took a deep look at him and stuffed the clothes into the washing machine.

In the past, in order to ensure his clothes were clean enough, I never used the washing machine, and washed them myself little by little every time.

Looking back on it now, I was really stupid.

The virtue I thought I was showing had become a free babysitter in his eyes.

I smiled self-deprecatingly, closed the door, and returned to the bedroom.

Seeing me come back so quickly, Frank was stunned.

"So fast? Did you wash them clean? This is Jessica's favorite skirt, and I promised her I would let you wash it clean."

I hummed in acknowledgment, and started to wash up.

But I was wondering which dry cleaner could come to my door to pick up the clothes.

As I was thinking, I heard a familiar ringtone from outside.

Frank glanced at my expression carefully, then took his cell phone and hid on the balcony.

I quietly followed, and happened to hear Jessica's coquettish voice.

"Mr. Frank, the cake you bought me is so delicious! I've never eaten such a delicious cake before."

"It's just that the time in line was a bit long, and I felt a little sorry."

Frank glanced at the bedroom, and replied dotingly.

"It's okay, as long as you want to eat it, I'll buy it for you anytime."

"I'm willing to do anything for you."

Jessica laughed so hard that she trembled, and opened her mouth娇滴滴.

"Then what about my dress? Is it not good to let Miss Ashley wash it?"

"I don't want to embarrass you."

Frank chuckled.

"What's so embarrassing? She's used to doing it. On the other hand, you, your hands are so beautiful, I would feel bad if you did rough work."

I was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked at my own hand.

Because of doing housework all year round, the skin on my hands was indeed much rougher, no wonder he looked down on it.

I didn't want to listen anymore, so I fled into the bathroom in a bit of a mess.

Ten minutes later, Frank knocked on the door.

"Ashley, there's something going on at the company, I have to go first, go to sleep early."

I hummed in acknowledgment.

Just as he was about to go out, he suddenly opened his mouth.

"Frank, if you don't come back, can I use a "Doghouse Card"?"

I looked at him, with a little bit of water still remaining in the corners of my eyes that I hadn't had time to wipe away.

The man paused in his steps, and then immediately turned around.