Female Novel
Chapter 640 Wash His Clother
"The day before everyone comes back," Finnley had already thought about it, “We can go in the
morning, climb up the hill to watch the sunset by the waterfall at dusk, and the next day we can have a
barbecue, anyway, they have grills and everything.”
"Why are you suddenly so nice?” Mya was happy.
"I have always been nice," Finnley smiled."You just didn't find it.”
Mya smiled, she was really happy. "I can finally spend a night in the wooden cabin. By the way, will
Linda go with us?”
"Why should we take her?" Finnley said, "I wasn't going to take her with us. This is not a bonus trip
from the company, but from me.”
"Good." Hearing this, Mya felt delighted somehow. She withdrew her gaze and kept watching the show.
When they were about to arrive at the apartment building, Finnley said to her, “You should go back first.
I have something I need to do. It won’t take long.”
“What is it?” Mya asked subconsciously.
“It’s work,” answered Finnley.
“Oh. I see.”
Finnley didn’t leave until he saw Mya enter the apartment building.
Back into the apartment, Mya stood by the window but dared not look down. She was scared of
heights.
She walked into the master bedroom and saw Finnley’s clothes left on the couch. It seemed he forgot
to put them into the washing machine.
Since he was an injured person now, she decided to help him out.
She plugged the washing machine in and threw the clothes into it. Hitting the button, she found that the
machine didn’t work at all.
“Is it broken?” Mya was confused and checked it, although she didn’t know much about it. She hit the
button again but still, it didn’t work.
Mya thought for a while, put the clothes into a basin and was about to hand-wash them for Finnley.
But she wasn’t familiar with washing clothes. She had always had a housekeeper doing this for her.
She hadn’t even hung any clothes before.
She used too much soap and there were bubbles everywhere.
She cleaned the clothes with water over and over again until her fingertips wrinkled in the water.
She wrung the clothes dry and hung them,
The door was opened. Finnley was home.
Mya felt a bit pain in her fingers and looked down, “Ah!”
“What’s wrong?” Finnley walked quickly over and saw one of her fingers bruised.
He spotted the wet clothes on the hanger, grabbed her wrist and led her to the couch.
Mya saw him take out the medical kit and grabbed a band-aid out.
She had been fixing her eyes on Finnley, who hadn’t said a word but was obviously nervous.
She stared as he put on the band-aid for her. He had such beautiful hands with slender fingers. Her
heart couldn’t help beating fast and she felt moved.
“Does it hurt?” Finnley asked after he was done, “You hand-washed my clothes?”
“The washing machine broke down.” Mya curled her lips upon seeing his frown.
“How many times did you clean them?” Finnley was curious.
“Maybe... A dozen times?” Mya took back her hand and sighed, “I used too much soap. It was my first
time washing clothes.”
Finnley felt both amused and sorry for her. But seeing her pitiful face, he didn’t say anything more.
He straightened the clothes on the hanger so that they wouldn’t wrinkled after they were dried.
Mya felt somewhat frustrated. She couldn’t even hang the clothes well.
Then Finnley went into the study and did not come out again. Mya thought he should be busy with hisnovelbin
work.
She sat down on the sofa, picked up her phone to watch the show, without wearing headphones.
Finnley, sitting in front of the desk, vaguely heard the sound of the play, he frowned, stood up and
looked out. She was watching it again?
He hated to see her giggling watching Spencer.