Mason chose to let her see his white shirt in this condition. What was he trying to tell her?

Was he hinting at her that he was starting to not take their marriage seriously? Or, was he trying to assert his freedom?

In any case, she chose to ignore it. Rinsing the white shirt, she put some detergent on it and started to rub and wash it. As she cleaned the shirt, the smell of perfume and the lipstick were gone as well, as if nothing happened last night.

The white shirt looked as good as new.

She was about to take it to the dryer when he took it from her and tossed it in the bin. Glancing at it quietly for a few seconds, she raised her eyes to meet his gaze.

He was tall and had a firm physique. His black hair was tousled as well, looking charming in the early morning. She couldn’t help but wonder about something. Mason had such a tantalizing body. Was it possible he rolled in the sack with a lady last night?

However, she couldn’t be bothered to ask him.

Looking into her eyes, he