Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 660: It's as simple as that

"Hah! I can't do this — I'm done!" Nathaniel huffed out a jagged breath, collapsing on his knees until he was lying on his back. He didn't care about the dirt that clung to him as he fell into exhaustion.

This was something he wasn't surprised about. After an entire day of digging with barely any breaks, he usually collapsed until he could no longer lift an arm. Today was no different, and perhaps tomorrow would be the same.

Just thinking about tomorrow made him tear up.

What a life!

As Nathaniel caught his breath, a shadow slowly stretched over him. In no time, he was staring at a pair of bright olive eyes hovering above him.

"Miss Penelope," he called helplessly, assuming she had come to tell him to keep digging. "I can't do this anymore. The entire garden looks like a field of whack-a- mole. Can I continue tomorrow?"

Asking for forgiveness was something he had already lost hope for. Thus, he chose to ask her to let him continue tomorrow. After all, being able to work tomorrow meant he got to live another day. It wasn't the best way to survive, but dying had always scared him.

Penny studied the exhausted look on Nathaniel's face, smiling in satisfaction. Compared to the last time she saw him, Nathaniel had truly lost quite a lot of weight. However, hearing him adjust to his way of life was satisfying in its own right.

"Get up," she said, making his face crumple in dismay.

"Miss Penelope..." a whimper escaped him, his eyes teary. "Please, I can't continue anymore today. I can't dig—"

"I asked the kitchen to prepare you some dinner." She raised her brows briefly, giving him a meaningful look. "There are plenty of people in here. So, if you don't get up now and end up missing your chance for a nice dinner, it's no one's fault but... yours."

Even before Penny could finish, Nathaniel crawled to his feet and stood in front of her. She smiled and nodded in satisfaction.

she said. "I'll wait for

Nathaniel furrowed his brows, watching Penny turn around and walk away. "Miss Penelope? Miss Penny, what do you mean you'll

alas, all he saw in return was Penny's

jumped into her

fixed on her figure. His dry

heaving a sigh of relief when another possibility crossed his mind.

his legs. But alas, even if he tried, this place was

together, begging the heavens as he gazed up. "Don't take away my life

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when he returned to the guesthouse, there was a pair of new clean clothes waiting for him He had been doing his own laundry on top of digging the garde all this

about Penny's plans for him. Even

salvage himself. If it was truly inevitable, then he had

the other end of the table, Nathaniel gazed at the person across

her hand toward him to urge him to serve himself. "I asked

"Huh?"

these your favorite

quiet, gazing down at the food on the table. As his eyes glossed over the dishes, he gulped nervously. This made him more anxious

gaze to her with a conflicted smile.

what you

nodding.

her leg rested over the other. "Well, if that

Penelope, do you know why people on death row get their last meal before execution?" Nathaniel cried out. "The last meal is the last