Ch. Chapter 3 Time will turn your hair white together Chapter 3

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I hung up the phone and calmly turned off the 

computer. 

“Nothing, I was just talking to my professor 

about divorce stuff.” 

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Frank’s face changed. He practically jumped 

in front of me. 

“Divorce? You want to divorce me?” 

I took a step back, replying evasively. 

“No, it was a case. My professor wanted my 

opinion.” 

Only then did the man breathe a sigh of relief, 

handing me the paper bag in his hand. 

“This is for you.” 

The pattern on the bag was from my favorite 

bakery. 

Before we got married, Frank would run to 

this store and buy me cake every time he 

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This shop was also very popular and you had 

to queue for two hours every time you went 

to buy it. 

In order to coax me, no matter what, if I said I 

wanted to eat it, he would personally run to 

queue up. 

Sometimes I felt sorry for him and asked him 

to find someone to do it for him. 

But Frank said, 

“Ashley, it’s okay, I’m willing to do anything 

for you.” 

Thinking of this, my heart warmed, I couldn’t 

help but raise my eyebrows, took the paper 

bag and opened it. 

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“I didn’t think you would remember… what is 

this?” 

I looked at him in shock, and an ominous 

feeling rose in my heart. 

Inside the paper bag wasn’t the cake I was 

expecting, but two pieces of booze–stained 

clothing. 

One was Frank’s suit jacket and the other 

was the dress Jessica wore tonight. 

In the face of my question, Frank was rarely 

embarrassed. 

“Jessica’s clothes were dirty, and I thought 

you were used to doing housework anyway. 

Washing one or two pieces is the same. So I 

just brought them both 

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After saying that, he thought of something 

again, and became righteous. 

“At worst, I will use another reconciliation 

coupon, there are still so many anyway, so I 

can save you from being petty.” 

All the words were stuck in my mouth by this 

sentence. 

I wanted to tell him. 

Frank, there were no more. 

There was only one “Doghouse Card” left of 

the 99 reconciliation coupons. 

But with the words on the tip of my tongue, I 

just took a deep look at him and stuffed the 

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In the past, in order to ensure his clothes 

were clean enough, I never used the washing 

machine, and washed them myself little by 

little every time. 

Looking back on it now, I was really stupid. 

The virtue I thought I was showing had 

become a free babysitter in his eyes. 

I smiled self–deprecatingly, closed the door, 

and returned to the bedroom. 

Seeing me come back so quickly, Frank was 

stunned. 

“So fast? Did you wash them clean? This is 

Jessica’s favorite skirt, and I promised her I 

would let you wash it clean.” 

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I hummed in acknowledgment, and started to 

wash up. 

But I was wondering which dry cleaner could 

come to my door to pick up the clothes. 

As I was thinking, I heard a familiar ringtone 

from outside. 

Frank glanced at my expression carefully, then took his cell phone and hid on the 

balcony. 

I quietly followed, and happened to hear 

Jessica’s coquettish voice. 

“Mr. Frank, the cake you bought me is so 

delicious! I’ve never eaten such a delicious 

cake before.” 

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“It’s just that the time in line was a bit long, 

and I felt a little sorry.” 

Frank glanced at the bedroom, and replied 

dotingly. 

“It’s okay, as long as you want to eat it, I’ll 

buy it for you anytime.” 

“I’m willing to do anything for you.” 

Jessica laughed so hard that she trembled, 

and opened her mouth娇滴滴. 

“Then what about my dress? Is it not good to 

let Miss Ashley wash it?” 

“I don’t want to embarrass you.” 

Frank chuckled. 

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“What’s so embarrassing? She’s used to 

doing it. On the other hand, you, your hands 

are so beautiful, I would feel bad if you did 

rough work.” 

I was stunned for a moment, and 

subconsciously looked at my own hand. 

Because of doing housework all year round, 

the skin on my hands was indeed much 

rougher, no wonder he looked down on it. 

I didn’t want to listen anymore, so I fled into 

the bathroom in a bit of a mess. 

Ten minutes later, Frank knocked on the door. 

“Ashley, there’s something going on at the 

company, I have to go first, go to sleep early.” 

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I hummed in acknowledgment. 

Just as he was about to go out, he suddenly 

opened his mouth. 

“Frank, if you don’t come back, can I use a 

“Doghouse Card“?” 

I looked at him, with a little bit of water still 

remaining in the corners of my eyes that I 

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hadn’t had time to wipe away. 

The man paused in his steps, and then 

immediately turned around.