Chapter 342

Darcy froze, her eyes widening as she stared at Norman's feet. Then, she shrieked, "You didn't change your shoes before coming in?" I glanced over. Norman was wearing the slippers he'd put on in the living room. Wait… was that not okay? Startled by her outburst, Norman quickly took a few steps back. Darcy immediately grabbed a mop and scrubbed the area he'd walked on repeatedly. Then, she crouched down and vigorously wiped the floor with disinfectant wipes. Norman and I exchanged an awkward glance. Norman had probably never been so insulted in his life. His face flushed with embarrassment. He wanted to leave, but his pride wouldn't let him, so he stood near the doorway. After finishing the cleaning, Darcy pulled out a bottle of disinfectant spray and aimed it at him. At this point, Norman couldn't take it anymore. "What are you doing?" he snapped. "These clothes are expensive. They're custom-made! You can't afford to ruin them." Darcy frowned. "What's the big deal? This disi