Chapter 991
Trisha said, “I need to clarify something. What if you blame me when your stuff goes missing?”
Nicolas chuckled, “If it really goes missing, I’ll just sell you to compensate.”
Trisha replied, “Well, in that case, I’d have to empty your house first,” then she hurried him, “Hurry up, I have to go to work tomorrow morning, I can’t hang out with you for too long.”
“Got it, just come in.”
Trisha hung up the phone and punched in the code to open the door.
His home was filled with a light fragrance, with a pot of flowers placed at the entranice Tender green leaves and snow white flowers made for a pleasant sight
As she was changing shoes, she glanced at the shoe cabinet. It was filled with men’s shoes, except for the pair of slippers she was changing into, which was for ladies. The slippers had a pink bunny on them and were fluffy
The last time Trisha had come over, she’d complained about his slippers being too big for her feet. Nicolas had then bought this pair for her
She had criticized Nicolas’s taste at the time, but grew to like it after a while
Realizing that this was the only pair of ladies‘ slippers, she felt oddly at ease.
She walked in carefully
His home was impeccably clean, with an aromatic candle lit on the table. There were two roses in the vase on the dining table, one red and one white, looking very tasteful
Nicolas indeed loved enjoying the materialistic life.
Even though he lived alone, his home was always clean and tidy.
Initially, Trisha thought he had a maid coming in daily to clean, but after getting familiar with him, she found out that the maid only came over on Wednesdays and Saturdays Nicolas cleaned up the rest of the time.
He had a peculiar habit of keeping his home neat and tidy. Whenever she came over to read his collection of classics, she’d flip through them while he’d organize them The tilt angle of every book had to be consistent.
She tucked a pillow behind her back, sat cross–legged on the sofa, and started playing games on her phone.
Just as she logged into the game, Nicolas’s voice came from the bathroom.
“There are drinks in the fridge. Help yourself. And bring me two beers.”
Trisha agreed, put down her phone, and walked over to the fridge.
The fridge was stuffed with alcohol, drinks, and water. The only food was a packet of bread slices shoved in one corner who knows how long it’s been there.
It’s only been a week since she last visited, but his fridge was already this empty. There’s a supermarket downstairs, wasn’t it convenient to buy some stuff? How was he living like this?
She took out the drinks and beer, closed the fridge, thought for a moment, then took out her phone to contact the supermarket owner downstairs.
Soon, an employee from the supermarket downstairs came knocking at the door with lots of stuff.
Nicolas came out after his shower, grabbed a towel to dry his hair, and wore his bathrobe.
The sofa was empty, only her frequently hugged panda cushion and a small blanket were curled up on it.
