"Don't say anything more."
Helen Melendy started to completely give up on herself, covering her face with her hands.
Harry Hall looked at her flushed cheeks and teased:
"What's there to be shy about? I'm your husband, what's the big deal about washing these."
"Stop talking, just go out quickly."
Helen Melendy reached out and pushed Harry Hall hard.
"Alright, alright, I'll go out."
Harry Hall gave Helen Melendy a helpless look, worried she might catch a cold, and didn't want to play around with her, so he closed the door for her and left from the changing room.
Helen Melendy sat on the chair in the changing room, looking at the neatly arranged clothes that were all hers.
Intimate wear, formal wear, casual wear, loungewear, all kinds were prepared, all in styles she liked.
No need to ask, it was evident that Harry Hall had thoughtfully prepared these for her.
She knew that he had a cool and aloof personality, but was very attentive.
