His voice was frigid, making Madeline stop in her tracks. Then, she said, “Laundry.”

Jeremy came over and glanced at the black shirt in Madeline's hand. A storm suddenly set off under his eyes. “Are you washing another man's clothes at home?”

He was furious and kicked the washing bucket in front of Madeline.

The water splashed onto Madeline's body, instantly drenching her.

Madeline stood up in fear, her white sweater clinging to her body as her beautiful curves fell into Jeremy’s vision.

It