My ex-husband is in love with me (FULL)
Chapter 901 In One Room

Maisie had no idea how to deal with those clothes. If Ezra could return some of them, that would be great. "It's too much for me. You'd better return some." Ezra said, "How come it's too much? You can wear different suits every day, or wear two suits in one day."

Maisie rejoined, "There are so many clothes. I don't even want to try them on. What if some clothes don't fit me?"

Ezra simply sent those brand representatives away. Then who would bring back those unfit clothes?

But Ezra insisted, "Everything looks good on you. And I know your style. They will fit you perfectly."

Maisie hesitated. She wanted to tell him that it was not about not style, but size.

Ezra seemed to see her through. He approached Maisie and said to her in a subdued tone, "As for size, I believe my judgment."

After all, he had measured her size after that night they slept together.

"Shame on you," Maisie wanted to say that, but it was unnecessary to make a fuss about it.

Fine, since he insisted, she would keep them. Anyway, it was her call whether to wear them or not.

While she was busy in the kitchen, Ezra took the liberty to take those clothes upstairs and hang them in the closet, leaving Nancy in the living room.

After a while, he moved Nancy's clothes to her bedroom, leaving the space for two ladies.

Indeed, Ezra had good taste. Those he picked for Nancy were totally suitable for her.

"It strikes me that he has good taste," Nancy said while she was holding a dress in front of a mirror.

"Yeah." Maisie, too, thought them chic.

Actually, Maisie was always aware of Ezras 'good taste.

Nancy added, "When the weather's good, we should replace a nice place to take photos. If you guys could wear some white shirts, lovers pack, or parent-child outfits, that'll be better."

Nancy was so enthusiastic as a photographer that Maisie found it hard to reject her, so she nodded with a smile, "White shirts should do."

Both Maisie and Ezra worked in business, which meant they had plenty of white shirts. Plus, her son also had enough white clothes. It should be easy to work out some parent-child outfits. "You can bring several pieces. I think you will look great on camera with that cheek and bone. I should like to take more photos of you." said Nancy.

Maisie smiled, "Then I am much honored."

"Well, we are family. I'm more than willing to take photos and record your life for you."

"Thank you anyway." Maisie looked away due to the shyness that resulted from Nancy's hospitality.

When she first proposed to take photos, Maisie wanted to tell Ezra to turn down the suggestion. But now, it seemed impossible.

Well, consider it something that would leave beautiful memories for both her son and Ezra.

After Nancy tried her clothes, they went downstairs. The four of them chatted for a while in the living room and parted when the little boy was sleeping. Ezra carried the boy upstairs, and Maisie followed him. When they were in the bedroom on the third floor, Maisie said to him, "You and Ezio take the large bed, and I will take the couch."

Ezra gave her a glance without saying anything. He simply took off the child's clothes before taking a shower. And his shirt was off too. Otherwise, they would be wet.

His mere glance and silence already aroused some dissatisfaction in Maisie. And now he was taking off his shirt like there was no one else in the room, which was a scene from which she immediately averted her attention.

While he was passing before her with his half-naked body and her son, Maisie somehow felt her throat a bit itchy.

She glared at his back and his broad shoulder. He was deliberate, right?

He meant to walk back and forth like that in front of her!

Seeing that he had gone into the bathroom with her son, Maisie took out a blanket and a pillow on the sofa.

The minute she finished preparing the bed, Ezra called her in the bathroom, "Maisie, could you help me here?"

Maisie rushed to the bathroom. It turned out his face was covered with foam when he was helping the kid take a shower. Hearing the footsteps, he asked Maisie while holding the kid, "Could you wipe my face? I can barely see anything."

Maisie did as he said. She took a towel and wiped the foam away.

Ezra continued, "And my body."

Maisie glimpsed at his torso and said, "They will go away when you take a shower later."

Was he not going to take shower?

Ezra was about to open his mouth again when Maisie interjected, "Ezra, it's not funny."

She put the towel aside and left the bathroom.

'Don't presume that she didn't notice that he was trying to flirt with her!'

After the door was closed, Ezra said to his foam-covered son resignedly, "Well, it's only you and me and a normal shower. Your mother is not gullible and she doesn't give a shit about me."

But the little one could hardly understand what he had said. When he was in the tub again, Ezio was so thrilled that he spilled the water again and wet Ezra.

When it was done, Ezra called Maisie to take the little one out. The door was half-opened, and through the slit of the door, Maisie quickly took her son out and shut the door.

Maisie had showered her son before, so she was pretty sure according to what she had heard, Ezra was pretty fucked up with foams. To avoid seeing anything that she was not supposed to see, Maisie took such a strategy.

Ezra, on the other hand, was quite amused.

He dared not to do anything inappropriate, lest he should be kicked out again.

Maisie put her son down on the bed, applied lotion on him, changed diapers, and put clothes on him. Maisie lowered her head and softly kissed him, "You will sleep with daddy these days, alright?"

It appeared to Maisie that her little boy had been quite familiar with Ezra. It should be alright for him to sleep with his daddy.

Seeing that the little boy did not remonstrate, Maisie held him up, "Mom's going to make you some milk. You drink and go to sleep."

The minute she turned around, Ezra came out of the bathroom with only a towel on his waist.

Maisie was embarrassed. Ezra realized and hastened to say, "Sorry, I'm used to living all alone."

However, though he was apologizing, he seemed to have no intention to put on some pajamas. Maisie could only glare at him before taking her son for milk.