The suitcase was stuffed with lacy underwear, bras and a few other weird looking netted things, he had no idea what they were.

"Andrew, dad messaged me earlier. He wants us to drop by for dinner this weekend." When he did not say anything, Rachael called him out again. "Andrew?"

Andrew on the other hand was stuck in a very awkward situation which he had never imagined to encounter. With his mouth slightly open, he was staring at the pile of velvety, silky pairs of undergarments, which he could bet were super soft and delicate to touch.

Retracting his hand back, he frowned at himself. He was staring at his wife's underpants like a pervert and was even considering touching them? What the hell was wrong with him?

'You are better than this Andrew,' he reminded himself.

But what was he supposed to do now? Pick everything up and pass it to Rachael? Was he even allowed to touch them?

"Andrew, are you there?" Rachael stepped out when she did not hear from him.

When he heard her footsteps, he quickly slammed the suitcase shut and tried to zip it but couldn't. He couldn't find the zipper. His hands were shaking and he was in a panic mode.

Rachael red handily catching him staring at her underpants was not even the last thing he wanted to happen…but it was too late.

When she saw him trying very hard to close the suitcase, she asked, "What are you doing?" When she approached him, she widened her eyes in shock. How could she not recognize the suitcase?

"Andrew—" She pushed his hands away and grabbed the suitcase. "Who told you to open this?"

"You told me to open a suitcase and give you whatever was in it," he tried to defend himself. "I grabbed the nearest one but who would have thought it was the—" He let out an awkward couch. "It is your underpants suitcase."

When she glared at him, he shrugged, "I don't have x-ray vision, how was I supposed to know?" Pausing for a while, he added, "I didn't touch them."

Rachael's face was glowing red, partly because of anger and more embarrassment. "You are unbelievable," she snapped at him before picking up the suitcase off the bed.

"Wait—" The zipper of the suitcase was still open. Andrew tried to stop her but it was too late.

Before she could even realize, all her garments fell out of the suitcase, all over the floor.

"The zipper is open," he muttered before looking away.

Rachael widened her eyes in shock. "Why did you leave the zipper open?"

Andrew frowned. "You did not give me a chance to close it." He squatted down and extended his hand to help her pick them up but he stopped. He then looked at her. "Can I touch it?"

Rachael: " "

She was speechless. Was she supposed to be mad at him or appreciate the fact that he was being a gentleman?

She rolled her eyes at him and squatted down without saying anything.

Taking her silence as a 'Yes' he started picking them up. When his fingers touched the soft material, he pursed his lips. He knew they would be super soft to touch.

Putting the last one inside the suitcase, Rachael zipped it. "You go and arrange your things, it will be faster that way."

Andrew nodded in agreement. The faster they finished their work, the more time they spent together.

She got up and dragged the suitcase away.

"Wait—" Picking up a piece of netted clothing from the floor, he said, "You left this." He then carefully examined it. It looked like a netted stocking but the hole in the crotch area made him question his assumption.

Rachael sighed and took it from his hand.

"What is that?" he asked. "I mean, what is that called?" He was very curious.

After a long pause, she answered, "It's a pantyhose."

"Is it like a stocking?"

"You can say that."

"Then why does it have that ho—I mean, why does it have the empty space in the middle?"

"It's a crotchless pantyhose," she answered before walking away, not giving him a chance to ask more questions.

Andrew was all ready to shoot one more question but when he saw her walk away in haste, he restrained himself.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he contemplated for a while before taking out his phone and messaging someone.

[Andrew: What is a crotchless pantyhose? What is it used for?]

The person from the other side replied with two question marks:

[Unknown: ??]

[Andrew: Just answer my question]

[Unknown: Well, in layman terms you can say that it's a very thin stockings like thingy and the hole in the crotch comes in handy when we have to pee.]

After reading the reply which did make sense to him, he was about to keep his phone back when another message popped up.

[Unknown: Crotchless pantyhose also comes in handy when you wanna have s*ex. It's like an easy access.]

Andrew: " "

…..

[Crystal cafe]

Emma was standing outside the café impatiently, glancing at her watch from time to time. It was already half past twelve and her cab hadn't arrived yet.

Just then a black Rolls-Royce stopped right in front of her.

The window rolled down and George stuck his head out. "What are you doing here at this time?"

"Oh thank God." Without answering his question, she opened the door and hopped into the car.

….

[Inside]

Glancing at his watch, George asked her again. "Why were you standing here alone at this time?"

"I had a meeting with a client but he never showed up. The meeting was supposed to start at ten and get over by eleven. I thought he was stuck in traffic or something but—anyway, I called for a cab half an hour ago but it still hasn't shown up."

"Why didn't you call your dad or that sleazy boyfriend of yours?"

"Dad is out of town and if that sleazy boyfriend you are talking about is Henry, we broke up a couple of months ago."

Without saying anything, he drove away.

…..

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