"Mr. Grant, what's this for? Didn't you give me one last time?" Valerie asked.

"That one was for furniture purchases. This card is for daily expenses. You work hard cooking, so I'll deposit money into it every month. Use it as you please, and no need to inform me," Matthew said. To avoid raising her suspicions, he added, "I get paid around the 15th of each month, about three thousand dollars."

Valerie quickly shook her head. "We agreed last time that you'd pay for large purchases, and I'd take care of daily expenses. Besides, groceries don't cost that much."

But as soon as she finished, she received a glare from Matthew, and the intense pressure made her obediently take the card.

She muttered to herself, "How come the rules change every day? We clearly agreed to split the cost, so why is he so generous with his money now? And he used to say he often traveled for work and wouldn't be here every day, but now he's back every day. Is he going to stay here forever?"

Matthew saw her lips move but didn't hear her words. "What are you muttering about?" he asked curiously.

Valerie's face flushed, and she quickly said, "I was thinking that if you truly feel indebted to me, helping with the cleanup and doing the dishes would suffice."

As he lived alone and hadn't bought any kitchenware, it was clear to Valerie that he didn't cook and relied on hourly cleaners. She didn't take her request seriously. After all, if he didn't do the dishes, she would use the money from the two cards as she saw fit.

"Doing the dishes? Sure," Matthew replied, surprising her. He got up and began clearing the table.

Valerie was taken aback. Matthew first stacked the dishes and carried them to the kitchen, then wiped the table and disposed of the food scraps.

He was tall and handsome. Even simple tasks like washing dishes and wiping tables were oddly pleasing to watch. The only issue was his clumsiness; he clearly didn't do these things often. He grimaced while scrubbing grease from the dishes, as if he were trying to wear the porcelain down. Valerie even feared he might break them.

Moreover, Valerie noticed his cleanliness obsession. He couldn't tolerate even a speck of grease, washing each dish while constantly washing his hands. It took him nearly twenty minutes to clean just six pieces of tableware. Valerie swore she'd never seen cleaner dishes.

The kitchen countertops were too low for Matthew, designed for people around 5 to 5.7 feet tall. He had to bend over the entire time, and after twenty minutes, his back was stiff.

Valerie couldn't bear to watch. "Mr. Grant, if it's too much, let me do it next time…"

But Matthew refused. "No need," he said. He didn't believe it was a woman's obligation to cook, especially since Valerie had a full-time job. It was his idea to share the cooking, so it was only right he share the cleanup. However, doing the dishes was challenging for him.

After two minutes, he ordered a dishwasher, scheduled for delivery and installation the next day. His furrowed brows finally relaxed. He casually asked Valerie, "Weren't you planning to buy kitchen supplies? What else do you need? I'll order it all together."

Valerie stared at the dishwasher payment page, which showed a cost of several thousand dollars—a month's salary spent in seconds.