The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 461

He walked to the corner by the door, picked up the battered old broom, and began sweeping up the fallen leaves and debris scattered across the floor.

His movements were awkward, and the way he gripped the handle looked incredibly unnatural, making it obvious he had never done an ounce of manual labor in his life.

Bit by bit, he gathered the dirt and crushed petals from the gaps in the floorboards, sweeping them into a dustpan before dumping them into the trash bin outside.

"Let me do the heavy lifting."

Gideon's voice was so impossibly tender it could melt ice, his dark eyes brimming with absolute devotion.

"You're not well. Don't overexert yourself."

Nora stood behind the counter, feeling as though the entire world had descended into absurdity.

Just to stay in this rundown flower shop, he was willing to cast aside all his pride, wearing bespoke shirts worth thousands while helping her carry muddy boxes and sweep the floors.

Back in The Metropolis, she used to slave away in the kitchen late into the night just to please him, cooking his absolute favorite meals.

But when she brought the steaming food to him, all she ever got in return was his cold back and impatient brush-offs.

So who exactly was this humble, hard-working charade for?

Anya finished wrapping a bouquet and saw a customer out, only to turn around and gasp in horror at the sight of Gideon sweeping.

"Oh my god, sir, please stop! I'll do it, I'll do it!"

Anya quickly ran over, trying to wrestle the broom out of his hands.

This big boss was wearing clothes that looked astronomically expensive; if they got ruined, she could never afford to pay for them.

Gideon dodged her hand.

"Go do your work. I'll clean this."

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