Daisy Ginger asked him to take a bath in the bathroom.
When he finished bathing, his dirty clothes had also been washed and dried by the dryer.
Daisy watched him skillfully put on his clothes with a familiar ease, and for some reason, a sense of sadness welled up in her.
She walked over, tidied his hair, and asked, "Don't you have a housekeeper at home?"
Looking at the way he dressed, it didn't seem like someone had been attending to him recently.
"Yes, I do," George Stephens replied, "but I drove them away. I don't like those women touching me."
Daisy was slightly taken aback and buttoned his shirt, "Who used to dress you?"
George lowered his eyes, his voice indifferent, "They were all replaced."
"..." Daisy raised her hand and gently tousled his hair, saying nothing for a moment.
She was acquainted with George Stephens, but they weren't particularly close, and she couldn't help him much.
