Chapter 1695: Spineless Elliott
"You know, I'm not very good at washing clothes. What if I ruin your clothes?" Julia ignored his anger. After all, she didn't have the skills of a perfect housewife. If she didn't do it well, he would just find fault with her. It was better not to do it at all. "By the way, didn't you help me wash clothes when you were abroad? You might as well help me now."
Elliott's eyes widened in anger. "That was then. I was willing to spoil you back then. Why should I help you now?"
"Well, I didn't help you before. Why should I help you now? Either throw them in the washing machine, or I won't do it." Julia raised her bright eyes and stared at him.
Elliott stared back at her expressionlessly for a while. He originally wanted to make things difficult for her, to deliberately cause her trouble.
But he found that instead of causing her trouble, he ended up getting himself worked up.
"Fine, I'll just throw them in the washing machine." Julia saw that he wasn't speaking, so she picked up the basket again. "By the way, do you want to take off your pants?"
Elliott, annoyed by her stare, took off his pants and threw them over.
Julia didn't leave, her gaze falling below his waist. "There's still one more."
It was the only pair of underwear he had left on.
Even Elliott, who usually kept a straight face, blushed slightly under her gaze. "I'll wash it by hand."
"Alright then."
Julia glanced at his suddenly reddened face, suppressed a smile, and turned to leave the bathroom.
She just didn't expect that even at thirty, Elliott was still as easily embarrassed as before.
When Elliott came out after his shower, Julia had gone to the study to work. He hung his washed underwear on the balcony of the guest room, next to a row of women's sexy lingerie, some black, some pale yellow.
The pale yellow one was the one he had personally torn off last night.
Elliott suddenly felt the urge to take another shower.
The automatic washing machine stopped.
Elliott glanced at the tightly closed study door and called out, "Julia, the clothes are done. Come hang them up."
Soon, the study door opened, but Julia didn't come over. She stood at the door and said, "You hang them up yourself. They're all your clothes."
Elliott was stunned. He opened the washing machine and saw only the clothes he had worn today. "Where are yours?"
"My clothes can't be washed in the machine. I'll take them to the dry cleaners tomorrow," Julia explained lightly.
Elliott felt his blood pressure rising. "Why didn't you say so earlier? My clothes are expensive too. If yours need dry cleaning, why not mine?"
"You didn't say you wanted them dry cleaned." Julia smiled. "And you agreed to throw them in the washing machine."
Elliott laughed in anger. "Julia, you're really good at being a wife. You dry clean your clothes and treat mine carelessly. Is this what you call love?"
Julia leaned against the doorframe, calmly raising an eyebrow. "I would love to be a good wife, but since we got married, you haven't given me any living expenses. If I take your clothes to the dry cleaners, I'd have to pay for it myself. A few suits and shirts would cost hundreds of dollars. Are you planning to have me support you?"
Elliott squinted, knowing he had been countered again. As a man, he had no way to respond. "I don't need you to support me."
"Exactly." Julia extended her hand. "If you want me to take your clothes to the dry cleaners in the future, sure, hand over your salary card. I still have to buy groceries and hire a cleaner. It all costs money. I know you don't eat at home often, but you wouldn't mind this little bit of money, would you?"
Elliott stared at her, feeling both aggrieved and angry. Finally, with an unhappy face, he took out a card from his wallet and handed it to her.
"Thank you, dear." Julia smiled sweetly. "How much is in it?"
Elliott looked at her bright, smiling face and snorted. "Enough for you to splurge for a while."
"Yes, I'll do my best to splurge. So you better work hard to earn more. I spend money quickly." Julia put the card away. "Dear, you hang the clothes first. I still have some work to finish."
The study door closed again. Elliott looked at the clothes in the washing machine and rubbed his forehead in frustration.
He had originally wanted to order her to hang the clothes.
In the end, she didn't hang the clothes, and he ended up giving her his bank card.
He still had to hang the clothes himself.
Not only that, Julia had taken over his study.
The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became.
No, he had to make up for it in bed later.
In the end, he waited in bed until eleven at night. Julia finally came out of the study, fiddled around in the bathroom for a while, and then entered the bedroom.
"You're still awake?" Seeing him still sitting on the bed, Julia's eyes flashed with surprise.
"How can I sleep if you're not sleeping? I'm a light sleeper. If someone comes in, I'll wake up." Elliott said coldly. "Julia, you're already a wife. Can't you be more considerate? If you sleep this late every day, you might as well sleep in the guest room."
"So you were waiting for me?" Julia had gotten used to his constant targeting and could automatically extract the essence from his words.
"Who's waiting for you? Don't flatter yourself. I said I don't want to be disturbed after I fall asleep." Elliott's tone grew colder.
"Alright, I'm sorry. I was just discussing something with the head of the overseas branch. There's a time difference, and sometimes there's no other way." Julia said as she lifted the blanket and lay on the other side of the bed.
Elliott turned off the light expressionlessly.
This was the first time since their breakup that they lay down so peacefully without drinking.
The previous two times, they had both been exhausted and fell asleep as soon as they hit the pillow.
Elliott and Julia suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable.
Moonlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The bed was wide, and they each slept on one side.
Julia was a little tense at first, but soon she was too tired. Last night, he had kept her up late, and she hadn't rested at noon to finish her work early. She quickly became drowsy.
Just as she was about to fall asleep, Elliott suddenly moved and pressed down on her.
She gasped, and her lips were sealed by Elliott's kiss.
"Elliott." She opened her drowsy eyes and saw Elliott's thick hair. "Elliott, I'm really tired."
She really didn't have the energy today and didn't want to have sex.
Besides, Elliott had been so harsh and cold to her before, and now he was suddenly so passionate.
Had Elliott developed a split personality over the years?
"Stop pretending. You married me because you wanted sex, didn't you?"
Elliott didn't want to hold back anymore. He had been waiting for her to come back to the room all night.
He knew he had no backbone.
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