Minerva’s body was indeed swollen due to last night’s bed session.
Darwin already left for work and even gave her a sweet, wife-y kiss first before closing the door.
She had been folding her apparel, ironing her undergarments, and washing his dirty clothes—like what a housewife should do.
But Minerva wasn’t a housewife—not a wife either. Not yet. She was only doing this as she had accepted the fact that from now on, she will be staying in this penthouse—she will be living from this moment with Darwin.
She had swept the floor, washed the dishes, and even wiped some dusty things inside despite her condition. She doesn’t know why. She’s uncomfortable just staying and chilling in here. Minerva is used to being independent. Hence, she’s not used to letting other people do the housekeeping f
