"Rosie is taking a day off today. You take a shower first and I'll go fry you a steak," she said.
I nodded and looked at her leaving back, then opened the cabinet where my underwear was stored.
I frowned.
Her voice came from outside the door. "Oh, by the way, Rosie said that your underwear needs to be replaced, so she threw them all away. You can get new ones from the bottom."
I bent down and opened the bottom cabinet.
I had Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, so everything had to be neatly laid out.
Rosie paid extra attention to this and checked it carefully every day.
But in the cabinet, a box of men's underwear was missing.
In a flash, I remembered the X post Marco posted two days ago.
In his post, there was a box of underwear of this brand.
I was furious instantly and lost my sanity.
Louisa, took my underwear and gave it to his assistant?
Although I did not want to admit it, I was now so jealous that I was insane.
We had been in relationship for nine years and this was the first time I had gotten so angry over another man.
I wanted to rush downstairs and question that girl right away.
Did she know what it meant to give a man underwear as a gift?