Chapter 354

Broderick went straight to the study and pulled that corner of a shirt from the drawer-it fit perfectly. His fingers tightened slightly around the fabric. Right then, the door creaked open and Leslie's voice floated in, "Ricky, you still not done packing?" Her eyes landed on the shirt in his hand, and she blinked in surprise. "Huh? How come this shirt's here? Where'd you find it? I've been looking all over for it-I really like this one. Gimme." Without waiting, Leslie grabbed the shirt and crumpled it into a ball. Broderick's gaze turned dark and unreadable. Leslie looked totally unfazed. Who was she, really? At this point, the sweet little wife he thought he married... didn't seem so simple after all. "Leslie, you sure this shirt's still wearable?" "Why wouldn't it be?" she said, blinking like it was the most obvious thing ever. Broderick unfolded the shirt, revealing the missing patch. It was pretty noticeable. "Oh no! How'd it get ripped? Ugh, what a lousy fabric choice-I didn't eve