Charlotte went upstairs to ask Elijah about clothes. She just opened the door without knocking. She didn't see Elijah inside, he seemed to be in the bathroom, so she went to the closet to see if there was anything that would fit her, she would figure out the styling later.

She opened two cabinets, but none of them had anything suitable for her. Only the last cabinet was left unopened, maybe there would be something, so she opened it but frowned because all the clothes hanging and folded at the bottom were women's clothes.

Why are there women's clothes here?

The bathroom door opened, so she looked. She looked away from Elijah because he was only wearing a towel around his lower body.

"Why are you poking around in that cabinet?"

"I just wanted to see if any of your clothes would fit me, but in this last cabinet of yours, why are there only women's clothes?"

Elijah approached her, so she slightly moved away from the cabinet.

"These belong to my sister, whenever she stays here."

"Does she sleep here too... besides you?" She glanced at the bed and then at Elijah's face.

"No."

She was a bit confused; there were no beds in the two rooms. Where does his sister sleep?

"She stays here at my house all day. She just changes clothes and then stays at a hotel at night."

"Why didn't you put stuff in your two rooms? You're making it difficult for your sister to keep coming back to your house."

He went behind her, probably to get his clothes.

"She rarely comes home here, so I didn't plan on putting anything in the two rooms. Even my friends are not staying here to sleep."

Elijah's logic was unclear, even though no one sleeps here, even his friends. What if it's for an emergency, and there's no choice but to go home? Where would she sleep, on the floor?

"Maybe you have some small clothes, can I borrow some?"

"I don't have any small clothes that would fit you. Just choose from my sister's clothes."

"Is that okay?"

"Yes."

Elijah left with the clothes he would wear to the bathroom.

She held onto clothes, all of them were sexy, there were dresses but still sexy, and there were T-shirts but too tight. Elijah's sister had a sexy body. She was still staring at the clothes hanging when Elijah came out of the bathroom.

"Are you still not done picking clothes?"

"Not yet."

She heard him sigh softly. "I'll choose for you, you'll take forever to find something. Get out of there for now."

She went to the side, and he started rummaging through his sister's clothes, but some fell, so she picked them up. He was too rough with the clothes, not even being careful despite their apparent value.

"You're taking too long."

"Shut up!"

She just glared at him without looking. Even he couldn't pick something that wasn't too sexy.

"I think, this one is okay."

He held up a T-shirt and high-waisted pants. It was a better choice than what she saw earlier.

"Thanks." She took them from Elijah's hand. She checked the waist size, it fit her, she had the same waist size as Elijah's sister.

"Before you shower, tidy this up."

From the look of the inside of the cabinet, it seemed like someone was looking for something important inside, so all the clothes were messy. There were a lot, and some even fell on the floor.

"Okay."

She took all the unorganized clothes and placed them on Elijah's bed, and as she started cleaning up, Elijah just sat on the bed, looking at his phone.

"Aren't you leaving yet?"

He glanced at her briefly. "I will after you."

"Aren't you in a hurry?"

"Would I be sitting here if I were in a hurry? I should have left earlier."

"I'm just asking," she muttered.

"Hurry up so I can leave."

"You go, this will take a while."

Annoyed, he grabbed the pants beside her, and Elijah started folding them. Turns out he knows how, he didn't even help her earlier.

When they finished folding and organizing inside the cabinet, she quickly went into Elijah's bathroom. She showered quickly because it was already late for her meet-up with Mary.

After coming out of the bathroom, she was blow-drying her hair, but Elijah still hadn't left.

"Aren't you planning to leave?"

"I am."

She frowned as she walked towards the bed. "Can I borrow a comb?"

"I don't have a comb."

She looked at Elijah in confusion. "Even guys with short hair still comb their hair, and you don't have one?"

"I just use my hands to fix my hair."

She looked at his hair; it was fine, but it was still better to use a comb. She just used her hands on her long hair, drying it more to prevent dripping.

She stood up and hung Elijah's towel back in the bathroom. "I'm leaving."

"Wait a moment."

She stopped walking. Elijah stepped in front of her. "This is your allowance for today." He handed her some money.

Her eyes widened. Did she leave her family's money in Elijah's room, the money their family gave them pinned in their clothes on their wedding day?"

"Is this the money I separated from our family?"

"No."

"Huh?"

"This is from me, my own money."

She moved his hand holding the money away. "Where's the money? I'll just get my fare from there."

Elijah's gaze locked onto hers, not even blinking or moving his lens. She blinked, so she took the money he was giving her.

"Once I give you something, take it. I'm your husband, so even though we got married under strange circumstances, we're still married. What's mine is yours, from now on. Do you understand, Charlotte?"

She didn't know what to say, so she just nodded.

"I put aside the money you're talking about, so don't worry about where it is."

He stepped closer to her, so she raised her eyebrows slightly. But she was more surprised when he touched her cheeks. "I made you blush, are you okay going out with your cheeks all red?"

Why was he so close?

"I-I'm... I'm fine even if my cheeks are red." Her heart was pounding loudly in her ears.

He nodded and removed his hand from her cheek, then stepped back two steps.

"Let's go, I'll accompany you. I'll drop you off near where you're going, but remember what I said, you're not allowed to come home late if you decide to go home alone."

"Yes."

"Let's go."

Elijah left the room, leaving her standing there, still holding onto her chest, trying to calm her heart before following him. She seemed nervous about Elijah approaching her.