In the evening, Jessie had already prepared dinner by the time she returned home. Kevin watched her bustling around in the kitchen, suddenly feeling like having a wife was really nice.
Hearing the sound, she looked up at him. "Mr. Harper, you're back. The shirt I bought for you is on the sofa. Try it on when you have time and see if it fits."
"Alright." He picked the shirt up and suddenly remembered something—he had never told her his size. How did she know?
"How do you know my size?"
She responded naturally without lifting her head, "I was going to ask you last time, but you already went to work by that time, so I called Grandpa."
Hearing this, Kevin's doubts were dispelled. He then replied, "Next time, just call me directly."
He knew that Grandpa Harper was always trying to bring him together with Jessie. Even the idea of her throwing herself at him last time was Grandpa Harper’s plan. Who knew what he would say next time?
"But aren't you busy with work?"
