The Woman From Hell

We chatted while tending to the vegetable garden, and from our conversation, I learned that her name was Chelsea.

However, I still did not get to know her identity.

She only told me that she lived in this garden, occasionally tending to the flowers and plants in the garden to pass the time. I guessed that Tory had hired her especially to tend to the backyard. After picking all the vegetables in the garden and removing the seeds, we washed and dried them. Doing such work was not exhausting. I actually thought the process was therapeutic.

This was because while picking the ripe vegetables and putting them in the basket, there was great satisfaction in my heart when I saw basket after basket full of vegetables.

After washing and cutting open every cucumber, I used an oval spoon to scoop the cucumber from top to bottom, removing all the seeds and putting them in a sieve. I then washed and dried them. I did not need to think about anything during the process and only concentrated on what was at hand.

After doing everything, the sky was already turning dark.

The autumn in Limbia was very warm, and the breeze felt so comfortable it could put someone to sleep.

To show her gratitude, Chelsea took me to her place. She said that she wanted to make me something delicious.

There was not only one villa here. The largest villa was the main villa but there were some small villas in other locations.

I walked into Chelsea's place and saw the

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