Since Drake arrived in New York, Sarah's life had undergone a noticeable change.
Every morning, she woke up to the enticing aroma of delicious food, and she no longer had to cook.
It was as if she had hired an all-around housekeeper—life had become far more enjoyable.
Knowing Drake's stubborn nature, she realized that no amount of persuasion would make him leave.
So, she simply stopped trying and let him stay, curious to see how long this pampered young master could endure such a lifestyle. A month later.
"Sarah, I've already hung the laundry.
The weather is perfect today—how about we bike to the lavender fields?"
Dressed in sportswear, Drake stood by the flower trellis at the entrance, his tall, well-proportioned frame leaning slightly against the doorframe.
He squinted at her with a playful smile.
"Sure, let me change first."
Having spent so much time in New York, she had been constantly busy with work.
