He Turned Against His Vow
Language: en
The morning after, a woman knocked on my door. "Is your dad home?" "Who?" "Jonathan Czuchry, your father." The woman smiled gently. "You must be Chloe, right? I've seen your photo in Jonathan's wallet. I never expected such a big, rough man to raise such a refined daughter." "My dad?" Lost in a daze, the woman handed me a bag containing a set of keys and a familiar pair of men's boxers. "These are what your father left at my place last night. I've already washed them clean." She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, a shy blush on her cheeks. "He didn't go to the office today, so I took…