Chapter 200

"Harry stood in front of the sink, his cuffs rolled up to his arms. His white shirt was tucked in his suit pants and his slender legs were wrapped in his trousers. The smooth lines outlined the curve of his hips and his abdomen. His shoulders were wide and his waist was narrow. His figure was perfect and flawless." Stacy passed his arm and saw that he was washing clothes. "It was Stephanie's dress. When they ate, they were stained with soup." "Stacy had never seen him do these things before. He had arranged everything for himself, such as food, clothing, housing, and transportation. When did he need to do these things by himself?" "At this moment, he was washing clothes for his daughter." He felt it was very subtle. "In a trance, she actually felt that this was the taste of home." Ordinary and warm. "She almost didn't think about it. She came in and hugged him from behind with her face against his broad back. ""Are you a heartless