Olivia Parker turned around and steadied her shoulder.
"Don't overthink it. Sometimes, being too deliberate can backfire, so just... let it be and get some rest early!"
Ivana Bennett nodded lightly, said goodnight to her, and turned to leave.
...
...
The Training Base on the outskirts of Bitterford.
Ivana's dormitory.
Memoria Campbell hummed a tune softly as she took the clothes out of the dirty laundry basket to sort them, throwing light-colored clothes into the washing machine and putting the dark-colored clothes into a basin first.
Tops, pants, T-shirts...
What on earth is this?!
Seeing something wrapped in the T-shirt, Memoria pinched the edge of the black fabric and pulled the clothes out.
Realizing it was a pair of boxer shorts, her face reddened instantly. She huffed angrily and tossed the garment aside before muttering a curse.
"Bastard, pervert, scoundrel..."
Are you kidding me? Does he expect me to wash his underwear too?!
I'm not his wife, so I won't do it!
