Chapter 137

Calliope didn't even know where to look. "Just-just hand it to me." She quickly took the clothes and practically bolted out the door, calling over the maid to have them washed. But as she handed them over, a pair of black boxer briefs slipped out and landed right by her feet. She instinctively bent down to pick them up, fingers brushing against the soft fabric-only to realize exactly what it was. Her face lit up in an instant, red as a tomato. She awkwardly pinched them with two fingers, like they were something gross, and tossed them to the maid. "Take these. Now." The maid struggled not to laugh as she carried the laundry away. Calliope hovered outside her bedroom, seriously hesitant to go in, especially after his ridiculously good-looking appearance popped into her mind again. Her courage just crumbled. She'd asked the maid to fetch a man's oversized pajama set, only to be told there wasn't a single one in the whole villa. Back when she was clearing out anything tied to Lucien, she