Thinking about the various excuses the rascal outside the door might use to co in, Helen lendy couldn’t help but laugh.
Even though she’s lost nine years of mory, she believes that during those nine years, she must have seen Harry Hall in this kind of situation quite a bit.
Hmm, it’s a bit of an honor.
After taking a shower, she was about to change her clothes when she realized she had been carried into the bathroom by Harry Hall, without bringing any clothes to change into.
The towel wasn’t hung too high, and at this mont, it barely managed to wrap around her.
She rubbed her temples with a slight headache.
Even though they were husband and wife, the thought of appearing in front of Harry Hall half-dressed still made her blush.
Now she had to ask him for help.
After a bit of hesitation, she shouted towards the outside of the bathroom, saying:
"Honey!"
"I’m here."
The voice ca through right against the bathroom door.
Helen lendy: "..."
So, had he been standing outside the whole ti she was showering?
She couldn’t help but cover her forehead and laugh again.
She decided not to be pretentious and said to him:
"I forgot to bring my clothes."
"I’ll bring them in for you."
Helen lendy thought that at this mont, Harry Hall must be overjoyed inside.
Soon, Harry Hall opened the door and ca in, bringing nothing but himself.
"Where are the clothes?"
"I’ll carry you out; it’s wet and slippery inside, and I’m worried you might slip."
With that, he walked over to Helen lendy, bent down, and picked her up.
Helen lendy didn’t oppose, as it wasn’t easy to change clothes in the bathroom.
She quickly tightened the towel around her to prevent it from slipping.
The entire way, Harry Hall kept his eyes straight ahead, maintaining the air of a gentleman.
If not for his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down several tis.
He carried Helen lendy to the dressing room.
The room was filled with Helen lendy’s intimate clothing, all brand new, but they had all been washed once.
She didn’t expect that even these were prepared for her.
Helen lendy looked at Harry Hall in a bit of a daze, only to see him acting like it was the most normal thing ever.
Seeing her surprised look, Harry Hall said:
"These are newly bought for you, all in your size, and they’ve been washed for you too."
With that, he paused, worried she might feel embarrassed, and added, "Rest assured, I didn’t let the maids wash them; I washed them myself."
Helen lendy: "..."
Looking at his matter-of-fact expression, her ears burned bright red.
He... washed her intimate clothing.
Even though they hadn’t been worn yet, but...
The more Helen lendy thought about it, the more her whole body felt hot.
Yet amidst the embarrassnt, there was an inexpressible sweetness in her heart.
Such a noble man was willing to humble himself to wash her intimate clothing. Seeing how natural he made it seem, could it be that he had done this before as well...
The thought of this possibility made Helen lendy’s mind explode.
With an awkward expression, she looked at Harry Hall and softly asked:
"Did you... also... cough cough..."
Helen lendy felt too embarrassed to finish, her expression particularly awkward.
"Did you used to wash my intimate clothing too?"
Hearing her ask, Harry Hall finally noticed her embarrassed and awkward expression, suddenly understood, and laughed:
"Not really, only when you felt uncomfortable during your period would I help you wash them."
Helen lendy forcefully rubbed her face, embarrassed to the point that she wished she could dig a hole and hide in it.
Did her forr self really have that thick of a skin?
Feeling comfortable enough to let Harry Hall wash her period underwear?
Ahhhhh!!!!
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