Chapter 255

“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.”

After the gardener left, Millie lowered her head and continued working, having no intention of addressing Bruce’s presence. The

man was insane. Otherwise, he would not discuss such a scandalous topic in front of other people.

“Millie, why aren’t you talking to me? Who told you to do gardening?”

Keeping her head lowered, Millie inwardly responded, “I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Marcus!” Bruce called when he spotted Marcus fishing by the pond. He waved at him and held up the bag he had been carrying.

“Look, | brought some good stuff for you!”

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

outstretched arm.

“Ow! Why did you hit me?” Bruce exclaimed.

Millie groaned as she rubbed her forehead. “What are you doing here?”

Bruce frowned. “Forget about me. What are you doing here? Why are you trimming plants? You shouldn't be doing menial tasks

like this. Look, your skin has gotten all tanned up.”

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

should wear a hat tomorrow. Too much sun exposure was bad for the skin, after all.

“Well, as they say, beggars can’t be choosers. You have to put in effort in exchange for what you receive when you depend on

other people for survival.”

Bruce’s expression darkened when he realized that Millie was being mistreated.

“This family is completely outrageous. No one should be treated this way, much less the lady of the house. How dare they make

you do yard work? Most importantly, why is Marcus letting them do this to you?” Bruce shook his head in dismay.

“Please, Millie, put down the shears. I’m here for a reason. Grandma has already picked a date for you and Marcus to take

wedding photos.”

Marcus, who had walked up to the two, frowned upon hearing Bruce’s words.

“What wedding photos?”