“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.”

Bruce’s presence. The man was insane. Otherwise, he would not discuss

why aren’t you talking to me? Who told

responded, “I don’t want to talk

the pond. He waved at him

brought some good stuff

to look in their direction, Millie’s face flushed in embarrassment. Hissing, she swatted down Bruce’s

Why did you hit

groaned as she rubbed her forehead. “What are you

doing here? Why are you trimming plants? You shouldn’t be doing menial tasks like this. Look, your skin has

in the sun for that long? She

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