NovelEnglishIt seems like she would not be able to use the stamp much in the future. Lucy looked down at the stamp in her palm.
Suddenly, it occurred to her that if she could not use her stamp, that meant her hopes of freeing up her hands were in vain. She held her head in despair.
Man, she was so disappointed. If she had known better, she would not have searched for her stamp.
She gave herself hope only to be struck with such a painful blow.
Lucy found herself sinking into her own thoughts.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMatthew noticed the lack of response from his wife, and he shook her with concern.
Fortunately, Lucy was a laid-back person, so she quickly dispelled her disappointment. When she cto her senses, she glanced at the newly washed handkerchief Matthew mentioned just now. "Matt, handkerchief." Matthew sighed when she asked for the handkerchief. He had successfully changed the topic earlier. Why did she bring it up again? It seemed that he had no way of escaping. He took out the dry handkerchief from out of nowhere and handed it to her.
"Here's the handkerchief I washed." Lucy looked at the handkerchief. It was clean, and it did not look like there was anything wrong with it.
Plus, it was already dry...
That was where the problem was.
Lucy looked at the piece of cloth in her hand, about to lose her mind.
"Matt, what did you use to wash the handkerchief?" Matthew looked at her nonchalantly. "I used a garment steamer. It's really convenient. You only need to steam it for a bit and it's dry." Lucy was at a loss.
"Is that how you've always been drying your clothes?" Matthew gave it sthought. "No, I don't wash my clothes myself, but I usually use a hair dryer." "Where's the hair dryer, then?" Lucy still had hope.
"I couldn't find it." Amazing. What a perfect excuse. Lucy had no words.
She looked at the handkerchief in despair.
Matthew made it spotless and dry. The only problem was that it shrank to half its size.
The handkerchief clearly had to be dried without heat, but Matthew used a garment steamer for convenience, so it shrank...
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHow was she supposed to give it back to Cillian now? Lucy looked at him with an accusing gaze. Matthew looked away guiltily and stammered, "It's not my fault. How would I know that the garment steamer isn't supposed to be used on this material? There was nothing I could do to stop it from shrinking." Sighing, Lucy looked at his pitiful face. She could not blhim. She was the one who handed the handkerchief to him in the first place.
In a dilemma, she looked at it and wondered how she was going to give it back to Cillian now.
"Wifey, why don't you buy your former coursemate a new one?" Matthew 'kindly' suggested to his wife.
"If you buy him an identical one, he won't have a reason to blyou, right?" Lucy subconsciously considered his suggestion, but she soon gave up on the idea.
She looked at Matthew helplessly and said, "Matt, you know what? My former coursemate made this handkerchief himself, so it's the only one of its kind."
What? How could a grown man be doing arts and crafts? It seemed that Matthew had underestimated his love rival.
Matthew mentally updated the information on his love rival before refocusing his attention back on his wife. "There's nothing I can do, wifey." RULE #1 choose married women They have reason to keep things secret, as do you.
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