Chapter 42 Washing His Clothes

Simon looked pained and his voice was hoarse. "I've asked you so many times, why do you keep lying to me?"

Elisa didn't know why, but she felt a little upset too. She didn't mean to deceive him, after all, she was forced into it...

"I'll ask you one last time, what is your relationship with him?" Simon grabbed her chin this time and stared at her eyes intently.

But to Simon's dismay, Elisa suddenly vomited out loud.

Her vomit stained his custom-made suit!

"Hillary--"

The narrow carriage quickly filled with the sour smell of vomit. Elisa covered her mouth in discomfort and explained helplessly: "Morning sickness doesn't care about timing or occasion..."

Even so, Simon couldn't accept it as he had OCD.

He pulled Elisa out of the car roughly. "What morning sickness? I think you did it on purpose!"

Seeing that he wanted to be rough again, Elisa hurriedly shouted: "Don't touch me! I'm still pregnant!"

Simon gritted his teeth and reluctantly let go of her hand. He ordered David impatiently: "Find a place for me to clean up immediately!"

David saw such a tragic scene for the first time and quickly found a nearby hotel room.

As for the car that was vomited on... Mr. Iverson probably wouldn’t ride in it again.

In the bathroom of their hotel room, Simon spent half an hour washing himself thoroughly before coming out wrapped in a towel. However, he still wore an angry expression on his face.

"Are you feeling better now?" His icy gaze fell upon Elisa who shivered involuntarily before nodding hesitantly.

"Then go wash my dirty clothes!"

"I have to wash them?"

"What else can you do? Do you want me to wash them?" Simon glared at her fiercely. "Miss Brooks, you're the one who vomited on my clothes!"

It was true that she couldn't hold it in and dirtied his clothes.

Elisa had no choice but to go to the bathroom. His clothes were precious, so she chose to hand-wash them carefully. However, just as she was halfway through washing them, Diana called her phone. Elisa quickly wiped her hands and answered.

"Hello, Diana..."

But before she could finish speaking, Simon snatched away her phone.

"What are you doing?!" Elisa tried to grab it back but he covered her mouth with his hand.

"It's me... I won't be coming home for dinner tonight. Hillary and I are having a feast outside."

Simon spoke briefly before throwing the phone back at her while warning: "Don't even think about complaining to her."

Elisa looked at the pile of foam-covered clothes and wondered how he could say they were having a feast when she was stuck here washing his dirty laundry! When she finally finished washing all of his clothes after much effort, Simon sat by the window drinking wine and enjoying a sumptuous dinner without any care in the world!

"Why did it take you so long? What have you been doing inside?" Simon frowned disapprovingly at Elisa.

"Mr. Iverson, I didn't want to ruin your clothes so I took extra time," Elisa retorted angrily while staring him down.

Simon seemed convinced by what she said and gestured for David: "Take these washed clothes from Miss Brooks and send them out again for dry cleaning."