Alexander saw Valerie's car already in the garage. After he parked his, he stepped out and went straight inside the house.
It was almost one in the afternoon, and he wondered if Valerie had already had lunch. She always waited for him. Since they had been together for a week, they always ate their meals together.
The truth was, he hadn't expected Valerie to know how to cook. He had always thought of her as a spoiled brat who didn't know anything about housework.
Contrary to his expectations, she was a typical housewife, doing all the household chores: cleaning, cooking, and even ironing his shirts for work.
He could have sent them to the dry cleaner, as he usually did, but because of the "punishment" he wanted to inflict on Valerie, he was surprised she knew how to do it.
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