Just One Room

As soon as the laundry room door closed, Flora pulled her hand away from Ellen's.

Freed at last, Flora didn't raise her voice as she had before.

Still, she seemed just as serious.

“What were you thinking, doing something like this···?”

“···.”

Flora's gaze shifted to one of Ellen's hands. Under that sharp look, Ellen pressed her lips together and hid Max's underwear behind her back.

Even though she'd been caught, she made no move to put it back in the laundry basket. She handled it like a precious treasure.

“Haa···.”

As Flora let out a deep sigh, Ellen's eyes darted around. Then she furrowed her brows and asked, as if puzzled,

“You're acting weird all of a sudden. What are you doing in the laundry room?”...