Chapter 259 Could all of this have been avoided?

This revelation explained why my surveillance equipment had malfunctioned—it was all Michael's doing.

He placed his laptop on the desk he used for studying and began to change his clothes, exuding a carefree and rebellious youthfulness.

He stripped off all his clothes and changed into a new set of underwear and pajamas.

After organizing his old clothes, he glanced at the underwear he had just removed, a smirk playing on his lips as he wrapped the garment, heavy with the scent of male hormones, in the middle of the dirty laundry pile before leaving his room.

On the other side, Betty had finished setting up the washing machine and was gathering clothes from our bedroom.

As she carried the clothes back to the bathroom, Michael also arrived with his laundry, and they unexpectedly met again.

"Just put them down, I'll sort them out myself," Betty said calmly to Michael, though her composed expression seemed forced.