Three years into my marriage, the relationship between my husband and I was deteriorating day by day. He seemed to feel inferior about earning less than me. Wanting to cherish our time together, I proposed hiring a housekeeper for chores, but he was dissatisfied, thinking it was wasteful. The next day, the housekeeper who came was Mr. Ozawa. Mr. Ozawa was such a serious man that he would get completely absorbed in cleaning and forget about time. He also listened to my troubles with my husband very attentively. Then, I asked him if he could handle this problem too? And we ended up kissing…
