Don't Annoy My Boss Daddy novel Chapter 69

The wardrobe in the closet was filled with suits and shirts, and even the shoes were almost all black.

I couldn't see clothes in other styles, except for suits. 

I casually picked up a white shirt and quickly put it on.

Since I couldn't wear my own clothes, I could only take one of his. I didn't want to be naked in his house for the rest of the day.

Brandon's shirt was oversize for me. It went past my thighs when I put it on. Although I looked a bit strange, it was better than being naked.

When I came downstairs, Brandon was sitting in the living room. His legs were elegantly crossed. Even from a distance, I could feel the innate nobility from him.

Hearing my footsteps, Brandon turned around. When he saw me wearing his clothes, he frowned tightly.

I looked into his eyes and suddenly remembered that Brandon had OCD. Was he blaming me for wearing his shirt?

"I can't wear my clothes, so I can only wear yours for the time being. But don't worry, after I get home, I will wash your clothes and return it to you."

I looked at Brandon in a panic and quickly explained. After all, I hadn't asked him for permission beforehand, so I felt a little guilty.

His eyes were still looking me up and down. I couldn't figure out what he was thinking, which made me even even more nervous.

"Fine, I'll take it off now."

I lowered my head and said these words gloomily. Then I turned around and was about to went upstairs.

Brandon was really petty. So what if I just wore his shirt? It wasn't like I'll ruin it!

Just as I was about to go upstairs, Brandon's voice came again. "Since you're already wearing it, keep it on. I didn't say anything."

When Brandon said this, his tone was light. I turned around and looked at him with excitement, feeling inexplicably happy.

"What are you still doing there? Hurry up and cook. Are you waiting for me to cook?"

Just as I was about to walk towards Brandon, his voice rang out again.

I paused, looked at him with some dissatisfaction, and said, "Don't you have a housekeeper? Why do you need me to cook?"

Brandon looked at me impatiently. "Hollie, you talk too much. My housekeeper isn't here today. Go and cook!"

Since he had said so, I had no other excuse to refuse him.

Sighing helplessly, I walked towards the kitchen.

Coming to the refrigerator in the kitchen, I opened it and saw that there were very few ingredients inside. There were just some tomatoes and eggs.

"Say, don't you usually need to eat? There are barely any ingredients in the fridge."

I glanced at the ingredients in the refrigerator and said to Brandon helplessly.

"I'm out almost every day, so I rarely eat at home."

Brandon sat in the living room drinking coffee. After hearing what I said, he answered lightly.

I pursed my lips speechlessly. How did he have such a strong body when he never eats his meals on time?

I cursed in my heart. I wasn't sure what to do now. What can I cook with only tomatoes and eggs?