"No need!"
Just as I lay down on the bed, Elena appeared outside the open bedroom door.
With a playful flick of her finger, she hooked Willy’s underwear, sending him a seductive glance and whispering in a soft, breathy voice, "It’s dirty, let the blind woman wash it."
Willy frowned, signaling for her to just toss it in the washing machine.
"Can underwear be washed in the washing machine? It has to be hand-washed! I’m not your wife, so I’m not washing this!"
After Elena finished speaking, she casually tossed the underwear in the air, swaying her slender waist as she walked out.
The underwear landed perfectly on my feet.
Another wave of nausea rose in my stomach, but my voice was surprisingly calm as I asked, "What’s this? Did you throw it?"
"Oh, I accidentally dropped a rag!"
Willy hurriedly bent down and picked up the underwear.
At that moment, the sound of piano music suddenly filled the study and Willy’s expression immediately froze.
The piano was temporarily placed in our home by a friend. Neither Willy nor I could play and it had never been touched.
Elena couldn't resist showing off, deliberately trying to make Willy nervous.
I asked, confused, "Honey, is there someone else in the house?"