Chapter 71 The Sweater
Last night, he had clearly seen her take it off, yet she had the audacity to pin it on Mary.
The man smirked coldly, and he gave her a glance that carried a shade of doubt.
"Last night, I think I saw you take it off."
At those words, Eula's face flushed crimson red.
Her eyes roved. "You had drunk too much. You must be mistaken; it was Mary who helped you out of your clothes and wiped you down. I'm a lady; it wouldn't be proper for me to do those things."
Without even blushing while telling a lie, Judson's gaze deepened.
All of a sudden, he threw back the covers and stood up.
Judson's perfect physique was on full display, causing Eula's eyes to widen in shyness.
She quickly turned around, "I've washed and dried your clothes already. Let me go grab them; just give me a sec."
Eula dashed out of the bedroom to the balcony, but as she looked at the clothes, her brow furrowed at the sight of the wrinkled mess.
Then it hit her like a ton of bricks – his clothes were tailor-made, the kind of fabrics that should never get wet. Dry clean only, they couldn't withstand the rough and tumble of a washing machine.
Panic struck as she glanced at the brand; the cost of the garments would amount to tens of thousands of dollars, all potentially ruined. Would he demand compensation yet again?
Eula closed her eyes, with a dejected look on her face.
Oh Lord! I certainly don't want to spend my life cooking and cleaning for him.
Left with no choice, Eula hid the clothes and returned to the bedroom with an embarrassed expression.
"Where are the clothes?"
"...Judson, last night, someone stole your clothes from the balcony."
She felt she was stretching the truth with that story, yet clothing theft did happen occasionally, didn't it?
"Perhaps they were stolen because they're so valuable."
After saying that, she gave an awkward smile, while Judson's expression turned sour.
"Were they ruined?"
"Uh! No, I had them dry-cleaned and was just airing them out to get rid of the smell, and didn't expect a theft."
Judson had already coaxed the truth out of her, but the cunning young lady thought claiming theft would absolve her of responsibility.
That's when it dawned on Eula, "Let me find something for you; I've got some men's clothes here, they were meant for..."
Pulling out a white turtleneck, a gray sweater, and khaki pants from the wardrobe, she said, "These are brand new; you can wear these for now."
She carefully laid the clothes on the bed, and Judson just glanced at them. They were definitely her choice.
This young lady had a penchant for warm hues.
"Did you buy them for Geoffrey?"
He guessed it in an instant, and Eula nodded in confirmation.
"I knitted this sweater, took me ages. The pants – I bought those."
She just wanted to thank Geoffrey. All she could afford to give was a sweater; the trousers had been bought by Mary, who suggested they could make a nice set together.
Upon hearing this, Judson snatched up the clothes and pulled them on. The trousers were a perfect fit.
She had knitted the sweater herself. Now it wouldn’t be given away. He claimed
it as his own.
Eula's back was turned to him as he dressed, but her eyes sparkled when he was done.
"I’ll go grab you a toothbrush and towel."
