"I think her romance with Jasper Shaw is hilarious too. They talked for half an hour yesterday, and it was so awkward I almost died. And they call themselves an old married couple? Please, they're just faking it!"
For some reason, the tone of the comment section suddenly shifted.
Simon Lawson also noticed this.
But the guests were still in the middle of a task, so after some hesitation, he decided to wait and see.
Meanwhile, Chloe Sinclair was squatting by the pond, a blue cloth in her hand, washing one radish after another. Compared to the others' clumsiness, Chloe had already washed two full baskets.
The winter water was bone-chillingly cold, yet Chloe Sinclair seemed not to feel it, even though the backs of her hands were bright red.
Gabriel Sinclair's heart ached seeing this.
"Chloe, aren't your hands cold?"
Chloe Sinclair faltered for a moment, subconsciously glancing at her hands before shaking her head. "They're not cold."
