“Hello, Sir Bruce! What’s that you’re carrying?” The gardener stopped trimming plants to greet and smile at Bruce.

Bruce was a happy-go-lucky and open-minded guy who never put on any of the pretenses that sometimes came with being a privileged heir. Even the gardener felt at ease enough to joke around with him.

“This is a wonderful supplement that offers excellent sustenance, especially for us men,” Bruce explained enthusiastically.

“Why don’t you go to the backyard and tend to the flowers and plants there? I’ll take care of things here,” Millie interrupted in a hurry.

The gardener stared at the two of them in bewilderment for a time before he began to put away his tools and moved to the backyard.

“T’ll leave you two to talk, then.”

no intention of addressing Bruce’s presence. The man was insane. Otherwise, he

aren’t you talking to me? Who told you

responded, “I don’t want to talk

fishing by the pond. He waved at him and held up the bag he had been

some

Marcus turned to look in their direction, Millie’s face flushed in embarrassment. Hissing, she

did you hit me?”

as she rubbed her forehead. “What

You shouldn’t be doing menial tasks like this. Look, your skin

brow, dropped the shears, and touched her own cheek. Had she really been out in the sun for that

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