Flash Marriage: My Penniless Billionaire Husband

Seeing her driving and using the phone at the same time, Christopher couldn’t help but say, "Focus on driving. What do you want to find? Let me do it."

However, Janice didn’t listen to him at all. She was asking friends for help in a group chat.

Therefore, he would not be able to help.

Christopher became more worried when she didn’t respond. Therefore, he simply said, "Stop the car. I’ll drive."

Then Janice parked the car by the side of the road, but did not show the intention to change seats with him. She indifferently said, "I’ve already asked some people for help. I’ll wait for someone to respond, so you can go back first."

She seemed to regard him as an outsider. Such a flippant attitude made Christopher extremely angry.

"Do you know what you are talking about?"

Janice did not reply. Instead, she looked outside the window.

Christopher simply straightened her body and forced her to turn to him.

"This isn’t just about you. Even if you have to find one, we can do it together. Don’t try to shoulder all the responsibility."

"No. This is my business," said Janice.

Christopher was really angry this time. He let go of her, sat up straight, and his eyes became cold.

Sensing his change, Janice felt a bit upset.

She didn’t mean that. She realized that what she had said was really harsh.

Feeling a little tired, she closed her eyes and said, "I’m sorry."

She couldn’t say anything more.

Hearing the helpless apology, Christopher slowly turned his head. He couldn’t bear to see her such expression.

"Janice, I’ve said it before. This is not your fault. Why don’t you believe me?"

His tone was filled with helplessness.

Janice didn’t reply. Instead, she thought to herself,

It’s because of me that Gladys came to the villa in the first place.

It’s because of me that Sophie set everything up.

Since it’s all my fault, how could I say that it’s not? This is my responsibility, though the last thing I want is to hurt Mr. Allson.>

Seeing that she did not speak, Christopher said in resignation, "Forget it, let’s not argue anymore. I am with you. Since you insist on believing that it’s your fault, then well, I’ll take the responsibility with you."

Seeing his insistence, Janice did not know what she could say, and thus she just kept silent.

The two of them just sat there, neither saying anything.

Until a shrill ringtone of Christopher’s mobile phone suddenly sounded. He then picked it up.

After hanging up the phone, he said, "Rob found a place. Let’s go and have a try." Janice paused for a moment and then started the car.

Soon they arrived at the location Rob told them. It was an antique alley in the south of the city.

They parked the car at the entrance of the alley, got out of the car, and walked about 200 meters before arriving at the address.

However, it didn’t look like a laundry. It looked more like an old courtyard.

Christopher repeatedly checked the house number sent by Rob and said, "This is indeed the place."

...

Hearing this, Janice did not wait any longer. She directly knocked on the bright red door.

"Is anyone there?"

After a while, the red door opened from the inside, and an old woman in her fifties or sixties came out.

"Who are you looking for?"

Her aged eyes were suffused with a puzzled expression.

Janice stepped forward and said, "Hey, is this Zimmer Laundry?"

"Yes, you are...?"

"Here’s the thing. We would like you to dry clean this dress. We have found many places, but they all refused us. We heard that you can wash it, so we came here to ask."

The old woman glanced at the two of them and said, "Let me have a look." Janice immediately handed the bag over.

The old woman took out the clothes from inside, touched the cloth with her old hands, and then said, "You’ve found the right person. Few people know how to wash such clothes."

"So you mean that you can take care of it?" Janice asked excitedly.

The old woman nodded.

"That’s great. Can you do me this favor?" Janice carefully asked.

The old woman hesitantly said, "But... I am already old, my eyesight not that good. Perhaps I cannot complete it alone."

Hearing this, Christopher stepped forward and said, "I wonder if we can help."

"That’s right. Can we help?" Janice asked.

The old woman remained silent for a bit, and then said, "Alright, come in with me."

Hearing this, the two looked at each other and then walked in.

They followed her and stopped in an antique courtyard. There were cleaning utensils made from stones, ancient and mysterious.

"Please warm the water for me. Remember to control the temperature to about 95 degrees Fahrenheit, otherwise the material of the clothes will get damaged." The old woman brought the two to the side of a traditional stove, giving the order.

Janice and Christopher nodded. After the old lady left, Janice was dumbfounded.

After all, this was a stove that she was not familiar with at all.

"How do we do that?" She asked curiously.

Christopher directly walked over and said, "Let me do it."

Then he took off his suit jacket and handed it to her. He walked to the stove. Regardless of how dirty it was, he sat down on a stone chair, filled it with firewood, took out a lighter and lit the pine wood for lighting the fire. Soon, the fire began to burn.

Janice stood aside, dumbfounded. She had not expected that Christopher, who was from such a wealthy family, could actually light a fire.

Christopher saw her staring at him and asked, "What? Why are you staring at me?"

Only then did Janice look away. "I never expected you to know this."

He frowned. "It’s not difficult. It’s a basic survival skill in the wild."

Although he said so, Janice still gave him a thumbs-up in her heart. She realized that no matter what happened, he could always face things calmly and quickly find a solution to any problem.

However, she was far inferior to him in that respect, always dealing with everything emotionally.

But she was supposed to be a rational reporter.

How ironic!

...

She couldn’t help but sigh in her heart.

Soon, the water temperature reached the required temperature. After sending the warm water, the two were asked to wait in the yard.

During this period, Janice had been feeling uneasy. After all, she had no idea about this woman’s techniques. There was a level of risk involved with this.

Christopher could see the nervousness on her face. He walked over, put his arm around her shoulder, and comforted, "Don’t worry. Believe her."

Janice nodded. Recalling her previous attitude, she said, "Sorry, my attitude was so bad just now."

Christopher rubbed the top of her head. "What nonsense are you talking about? I’m your husband. Who else could you vent your anger to?"

"Then don’t you blame me?" Janice bit her lip.

"I blame you. I blame you for being sulky." Christopher snapped.

Janice was amused by his words.

Seeing her smile, Christopher finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The two of them waited in the yard for about two hours. Then the old woman came out.

"This cloth and workmanship are very good. You must take good care of it," she said while looking at it.

Looking at the undamaged clothes, Janice gratefully said, "Thank you so much. How much is it?"

"Free. It was just a piece of cake. It didn’t take much effort. Take it."

With that, the old woman handed it over.

Janice took it and thanked her repeatedly.

Back in the car, Christopher looked over and asked, "Are you in a good mood now?"

Janice smiled and nodded. However, she seemed to have recalled something and then her expression became a little gloomy. She asked, "Do you think your grandpa will accept it? Although it’s been cleaned up, it’s been worn by someone else, after all."

She was very uncertain.

Christopher replied, "Don’t worry. Grandpa is not an unreasonable person."

Janice didn’t ask further and just said, "Then we shouldn’t delay this any longer. Let’s

go to visit him now."

"Don’t be in such a hurry." Christopher frowned.

"We have to strike while the iron is hot. Don’t waste time. I need to apologize to him now."

"After all, a positive attitude is a key to solve the problem," thought Janice.

Christopher frowned. "It’s not that serious. Since you want to go, go ahead."

With that, he started the car.

The car screeched to a halt just outside the Allsons’ villa.

After the car stopped, Janice unbuckled her seatbelt at once and was about to rush down, but Christopher grabbed her arm and stopped her.

"Wait a minute. I’ll call Nanny Daisy first and ask if grandpa is awake." Janice sat back down when she heard this. She stared at him nervously.

After all, she had been rejected once. She wasn’t sure if grandpa would agree to see her this time.

Thinking of this, her heart tightened again.

Just as she was worried, Christopher put away the phone and looked at her. "Nanny said that he is awake. Let’s go in."

Upon hearing his words, Janice sighed with relief.

She followed him into the villa.

After they entered, Nanny came up and Christopher asked, "Where is grandpa?"

Nanny Daisy subconsciously glanced at Janice. After receiving a look of affirmation from Christopher, she then said, "Mr. Allson went to the storage room again."

Nanny Daisy sighed helplessly.