The Perfect Wife for Him

The shirt was as big as a nightdress for her. But it was just below her hip line because her legs were long.

Her slender legs were pale and smooth, forming a sharp contrast with the black shirt. She was standing on the carpet. Each of the toes on her small feet looked like a cute pearl.

Cedric suddenly felt something. It was kind of embarrassing.

"I said that because I wanted to borrow your shirt."

Isabella walked over and took the bag from Cedric. She flipped through the clothes inside and said in embarrassment, "They are so expensive..."

"It's fine. I'm rich."

Cedric smiled as he changed his shoes.

'Interesting.'

Seeing Cedric's behavior, Isabella hurriedly asked, "Are you eating having lunch at home?"

"Yes."

"I'm going to rest this afternoon," Cedric said as he took off her coat.

"I see."

"Rest for a while. I'll cook for you right away." Isabella hurriedly put down the bag and went to the kitchen for water.