Chapter 40. He Bags Me

Leora POV

“What do you want?”

Peter looked very disheveled. He seemed to have not been home for some time, because his clothes looked wrinkled and there was a stain on the bottom of his shirt pocket. The shirt he was wearing was also wrinkled and looked shabby.

His hair was messy, his under-eyes were dark and puffy, and his chin was speckled, a sign that he had not shaved.

When I was still his wife, I never let him wear the same clothes for two days in a row and I always provided clean and ironed clothes that were very sleek and neat.

I provided a razor and soft cream for him, dried his hair perfectly and applied fragrant hair tonic with my own hands to him and even provided expensive hair mist so that he could always keep his hair neat.

“Leora, can we