Chapter 22

I said blankly, "I'm standing in the walk-in closet of my own home. Do I need your permission for even something like this?" Isabel's expression flickered, then she put on a smile. "Ms. Yaxley, you've misunderstood. It's just that Steve bought me quite a lot of clothes when we traveled abroad. I'm worried there won't be enough space in the closet." I glanced at the bags, all wrapped in luxury-brand packaging, and replied coldly, "If it doesn't fit, you can just squeeze it in by force. If it's no issue squeezing a third person into a relationship between two, I'm sure a few pieces of clothing aren't that big a deal." Isabel struggled to maintain the smile on her face. She looked down at the scarf I had knitted for Steve, then tossed it straight into the nearby trash can. With a pointed tone, she said, "Instead of squeezing things in by force, it's better to throw away the older stuff that doesn't suit Steve's taste." She continued tidying up the sweater I had knitted for Steve, whi