Never Tired of Mr. Leon's Love novel Chapter 124

It seems like she would not be able to use the stamp much in the future. Lucy looked down at the stamp in her palm.

Suddenly, it occurred to her that if she could not use her stamp, that meant her hopes of freeing up her hands were in vain. She held her head in despair.

Man, she was so disappointed. If she had known better, she would not have searched for her stamp.

She gave herself hope only to be struck with such a painful blow.

Lucy found herself sinking into her own thoughts.

Matthew noticed the lack of response from his wife, and he shook her with concern.

Fortunately, Lucy was a laid-back person, so she quickly dispelled her disappointment. When she came to her senses, she glanced at the newly washed handkerchief Matthew mentioned just now.

“Matt, handkerchief.”

Matthew sighed when she asked for the handkerchief. He had successfully changed the topic earlier. Why did she bring it up again?

It seemed that he had no way of escaping. He took out the dry handkerchief from out of nowhere and handed it to her.

“Here’s the handkerchief I washed.”

Lucy looked at the handkerchief. It was clean, and it did not look like there was anything wrong with it.

Plus, it was already dry…

That was where the problem was.

Lucy looked at the piece of cloth in her hand, about to lose her mind.

“Matt, what did you use to wash the handkerchief?”

Matthew looked at her nonchalantly. “I used a garment steamer. It’s really convenient. You only need to steam it for a bit and it’s dry.”

Lucy was at a loss.

“Is that how you’ve always been drying your clothes?”

Sighing, Lucy looked at his pitiful face. She could not blame him. She was the one who handed the handkerchief to him in the first place.

In a dilemma, she looked at it and wondered how she was going to give it back to Cillian now.

“Wifey, why don’t you buy your former coursemate a new one?” Matthew 'kindly' suggested to his wife.

“If you buy him an identical one, he won’t have a reason to blame you, right?”

Lucy subconsciously considered his suggestion, but she soon gave up on the idea.

She looked at Matthew helplessly and said, “Matt, you know what? My former coursemate made this handkerchief himself, so it’s the only one of its kind.”

What? How could a grown man be doing arts and crafts? It seemed that Matthew had underestimated his love rival.

Matthew mentally updated the information on his love rival before refocusing his attention back on his wife.

“There’s nothing I can do, wifey.”