The Wife He Dumped, The Queen She Returned As novel Chapter 67

"Huh, who recorded that? It doesn't sound like Chloe's voice," Mr. Lynch noted, perplexed.

He didn't understand modern relationship drama, but the ringtone struck him as odd. Chloe explained with complete indifference.

"It's a recording from his 'best friend,' Mr. Lynch."

"Best friend?"

Mr. Lynch repeated, confused.

Preston's face stiffened. He hurriedly declined the call and clumsily changed the subject.

"Mr. Lynch, have you had dinner yet? Maybe we could..."

"Oh, look at my memory!" Mr. Lynch slapped his thigh.

"You two head inside and make yourselves comfortable. I'll go pick some vegetables from the garden and make us a proper meal!"

He happily trotted off toward the vegetable patch. Preston looked at Chloe.

"He's getting older. We shouldn't make him work so hard. Let's just go out to eat."

Having grown up in extreme wealth, Preston had never stepped foot in such a rustic place, let alone eaten food straight from a dirt patch.

"You can leave," Chloe replied flatly. Without waiting for a response, she walked straight toward the garden. "Mr. Lynch, let me help you."

Preston felt a surge of frustration. He took a deep breath and followed her.

"I'll help too."

Under the fading evening light, Chloe and Mr. Lynch efficiently picked the vegetables, while a third person actively sabotaged the harvest. Mr. Lynch forced a pained smile.

"Haha, Preston, why don't you head inside and rest for a bit?"

Preston was fully invested in the task.

"It's fine, I'm not tired."

Mr. Lynch swallowed his protests, staring at his devastated crops, unable to maintain the polite smile. The vegetable rows were dense, and Preston clearly had no idea which leaves to pick and which to leave intact. Chloe finally swatted Preston's destructive hands away, looking at him with utter disdain.

"Just go away. The plants are innocent, stop ruining them."

Preston smoothly caught her hand, giving her palm a teasing squeeze, and flashed a charming smile.

"Then teach me."

Chloe yanked her hand back and turned away.

"Get lost."

She deliberately slowed her movements.

Preston watched her intently, quickly figuring out the technique. He mimicked her, pinching the vegetable stems one by one.

His long, elegant fingers applied just the right amount of pressure, his movements crisp and efficient.

Mr. Lynch's smile finally reached his eyes as he praised the young man's quick learning.

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