John stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the tie around his neck. Several times, as if nothing really fit the shirt he was wearing. He threw the long object carelessly, took another color that was more suitable.
Seeing John's behavior that seemed like a confused person, Clara immediately got up, wrapped the blanket around her body, then walked towards the man. Without saying a word Clara chose and took a tie from the drawer, putting it on the man.
John just looked at Clara who was focused on what was in front of him. Looking at Clara's shoulders and innocent body, which was only wrapped in a blanket, a slight smile appeared on the man's face.
"If you need help with these things, you should just say so. If it's like this, you're just asking me to clean it up," Clara muttered, her hands still dexterously knotting and smoothing her husband's tie.
John still didn't say a word just to reply to Clara's words.
