Substitute Marriage With the Illegitimate Son novel Chapter 14

Janet spotted Ethan as soon as she entered the kitchen. He stood there awkwardly, surrounded by shards of broken china.

He raised his eyes at her, looking lost and helpless. "I was washing the dishes when they... slipped off my hands."

Well, he hadn't done this sort of thing for more than ten years, so a mess was inevitable sooner or later.

Janet walked over and began picking the broken pieces one by one.

She wasn't quite sure whether to laugh or cry. "I'm guessing you didn't rinse any of these dishes. Ceramic tableware needs to be rinsed with warm water twice."

"I see. I'll take note of it next time." Enoch ripped off a sheet of paper towel and handed it to her. "Go ahead and do your thing. I'll clean up over here."

He didn't want her to get injured due to his own carelessness.

It didn't take long for Ethan to finish tidying things up. When he was done, he wiped his hands and walked out of the kitchen, only to pause at the scene that greeted him.

The floor was absolutely spotless, and the huge windows were wide open, letting in beams of light and the refreshing afternoon breeze. The previously messy cabinets and shelves had all

been arranged neatly as well.

Wild daisies and irises adorned what was once an empty and dusty vase on the dining table.

Several potted plants popped up here and there, giving the house an artistic vibe that was edgy and refreshing at the same time.

"What do you think? It feels different, doesn't it? The house was clean enough before, but it was dull and a little depressing. It needed some life kicked back into it." Janet was standing by one of the windows. She had a bright smile on her face and a bottle of soda in her hand.

Why was she so pleased, anyway, when she had to make do with such a small house?

Nevertheless, her cheerful mood was infectious. A soft smile appeared in Ethan's eyes. He reached out to the wild daisies, taking a soft white petal between his fingertips. "You're right. It does feel different. Just like it did in the past."

His mother had liked to put flowers on the table, too. Although they'd been dirt poor, she had managed to brighten up their lives with these tiny, trifling details.

Ethan hadn't had a proper home since his mother had died. For the first time in as long as he could remember, he finally had a place he could call a true home.