Chapter 302

Ophelia suddenly realized, under the man’s smiling gaze, that her little thoughts had long been seen through.

“…Oh. Okay.”

Suppressing her embarrassment, she once again stood on tiptoe and quickly kissed the corner of his lips.

“Now it’s clean!” she said, blushing and pretending to be calm.

Winford gently curled the corners of his lips and said, “Okay, thank you, Lia.”

Bryson: “….”

He realized too late that he had just done something foolish.

As soon as she realized, Ophelia shot him a fierce glare.

It wasn’t said that Bryson was a playboy, having dated countless women? How could this guy suddenly act so straight?

Bryson cleared his throat softly and silently avoided eye contact. Wasn’t this just waking up, feeling a bit dazed?

He changed the subject: “Winford, why didn’t you call me while you were having fun over here?”

Ophelia’s lips twitched. What did I call you for? Did I call you to be a third wheel?

She perfunctorily replied, “I will definitely do it next time.”

Then she pulled Winford and said, “We finished planting, honey, let’s go wash our hands!”

Bryson glanced at the newly planted roses and followed the person pushing the wheelchair back.

As he passed by a piece of land next door, he took a closer look and asked, “What are these plants?”

Ophelia glanced back and said, “Just some grass, I was just planting it for fun.”

She pulled Winford away.

Bryson suddenly raised his hand, signaling the subordinate pushing the wheelchair to stop. He approached, squinting his eyes, and stared at the unfamiliar flowers and plants. As he looked, he suddenly exclaimed, “Damn!”

Graham stopped and, feeling somewhat puzzled, said, “These were all planted by the lady, Mr. Merritt. Is there a problem?”

“Did you plant it casually?”

What was the problem?

Bryson turned around and looked at Graham in disbelief.

If he wasn’t mistaken, that area in the upper left corner was probably the rare herb that even the big shots in the medical field couldn’t obtain, no matter how hard they tried!

It was said that it was extremely difficult to cultivate, and the largest herb cultivation base in Dragdom had only managed to grow less than three plants at that time. At a previous auction, one plant had appeared and was sold for a high price of several tens of millions!

As a result, now he saw such a large area… Was it still he who “casually” grew Ophelia???

Bryson felt an indescribable emotion as he turned his head to glance in the direction where Ophelia and Winford had disappeared. He knew how amazing Ophelia was, didn’t he, Winford?!

Bryson turned back to take a look at the patch of unknown grass and silently took out his phone to snap a picture.

The reason he recognized the area in the upper left corner was that a certain medical expert, whom he had shown his leg to before, said that if he had that particular medicinal herb, his leg might be saved. He then took a closer look and became familiar with it.

Just this alone was so impressive, so what about the other things she planted, Ophelia…

At mealtime, Ophelia, who had changed her clothes and taken a shower, came downstairs with Winford.

Bryson had already been in the restaurant, and as soon as she walked in, he fixed his gaze on her. His gaze seemed a bit absent, and his whole demeanor was somewhat off.

Ophelia stopped in her tracks warily and asked, “What was wrong with you?”