"As long," he thought, referring to what she had said.

"A short," was the nice phrase to use. In just a week, he was going to get rid of her and in three months time, he would have her out of his life for good.

"Where is the cloth?" He asked her.

Agnes walked to the drawer besides the bed and pulled it out. She lifted up a neatly ironed suit and waved it to his direction. Then she walked to him. "Here," she said, stretching out her hand.

Ethan thanked her and collected it, then he walked into the closet to change. It did not take up to five...