Chapter 52
Chapter 52
“Mr. Grant, what’s this for? Didn’t you give me onest time?” Valerie asked.
“That one was for furniture purchases. This card is for daily expenses. You work hard cooking, so
I’ll deposit money into it every month. Use it as you please, and no need to inform me.” To avoid
raising her suspicions, Matthew added, “I get paid around the 15th of each month, about 3 thousand
dors.”
Valerie quickly shook her head, refusing to take advantage of him. “We agreedst time that you’d
pay the big stuff, and I’d take care of the daily expenses. Besides, groceries don’t cost that much.”
But as soon as she finished, she got a re from Matthew, and the intense pressure made her
obediently take the card.
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She couldn’t help but mutter to herself, “Howe the rules change every day? We clearly agreed
to split the cost, so why is he so generous with his money now? And he used to say he often
traveled for work and wouldn’t be here every day, but now he’s back every day. Is he going to stay
here forever?”
Matthew saw her lips move but didn’t hear her voice, asking curiously, “What are you muttering
about?”
Valerie’s face immediately showed embarrassment, and she quickly added, “I was thinking that if
you truly feel indebted to me, helping with the cleanup and doing the dishes would suffice.”
As he lived alone in his house yet hadn’t bought a single piece of kitchenware, it was clear to
Valerie that he didn’t cook and left the chores to the hourly cleaners. Valerie didn’t take her request
seriously. After all, if he didn’t do the dishes, she would convert this chore into money and spend it
from the two cards he gave her as she saw fit.
“Doing the dishes? Sure.” To her surprise, Matthew suddenly asked and then got up to start clearing
the table.
“Hey…” Valerie was taken aback, surprised that Matthew would actuallyply.
Matthew first stacked the dishes and carried them into the kitchen, then wiped the table with a
cloth and dumped the food scraps into the trash can in the kitchen.
He was tall, with good looks to boot. Even simple tasks like washing tes and wiping tables, he
did them in a way that was oddly pleasing to watch. The only issue was that he probably didn’t do
these things often, so he was quite clumsy at it. Especially when scrubbing grease off the dishes,
he grimaced with disdain like he was trying to wear the porcin down to the bone. Valerie even
doubted if he’d crush the dishes.
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Moreover, Valerie noticed that he had a bit of a cleanliness obsession, unable to tolerate even a
speck of grease on the utensils. This led to him washing a single dish while constantly washing his
hands, and in the end, it took him nearly 20 minutes to clean just six pieces of tableware. Valerie
swore she had never seen cleaner dishes before.
It was a bit tough for the back, though. The kitchen countertops were designed for folks around 5 to
5.7 feet and were too low for Matthew. He had to bend over the whole time to do the dishes. After
20 minutes, his back was as stiff as a board.
Valerie couldn’t bear to watch anymore. “Mr. Grant, if it’s
uch, let me do it next time…”
But Matthew refused, “No need.” He didn’t think it was women’s obligation to cook. Valerie had a
full–time job. Cooking was already quite a burden on her. Moreover, it was his idea, so it was only
right for him to share the load. However, doing dishes was indeed a bit challenging for him.
After pondering for two minutes, he ordered a dishwasher. It would arrive and be installed
tomorrow. Matthew’s brows, knitted for long, finally began to unfurl. He casually asked Valerie,
“Weren’t you nning to buy kitchen stuff? What else do you need? I’ll ce the order together.”
dors, falling silent as this man had spent over a month’s
Valerie stared at the payment page for the dishwasher, which showed a
sry in just a few seconds.
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