"I need to wash the dishes." Cherish Turner stiffened her body and said awkwardly. At this time, she was still a little afraid that he might suddenly do something to her. The memory of the last time was too unpleasant, making her a little scared whenever she thought of it. So whenever he approached her, she instinctively shrank back.
William Griffith slightly tightened his arms and said in a low voice, "I promise I won't touch you."
Cherish was suspicious, and he released his hand, leaning against the kitchen door, watching her. She washed the dishes and glanced back at him. He stood with his arms crossed, staring intently at her, but not saying a word. She hesitated and hesitated again, not knowing what to do.
"Go take a shower. It's getting late." He urged her, giving her no chance to refuse.
"Are you really not going to mess around?" Cherish hesitated for a moment, unable to resist asking.
"Hmm." He grumbled in response, sounding somewhat unwilling.