Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 1854

'I'll help you. He doesn't know anything about this."

"Oh, is that so? I see. No wonder he ignored me when I kept calling him. Okay, then. You can come and help me out," the elderly woman replied with a grin that revealed she did not have many teeth left.

Susan bent down immediately and was about to take off her shoes to go onto the field when Ian took notice and finally turned toward her.

"What are you doing?"

Susan gestured toward the field and explained simply, "I’m helping her with the pollination. You don't know what that is, do you? They're pollinating the crops. This tall one is the stamen, and the shorter one is the pistil. The crops are in the flowering stage now, and they have to pollinate them by hand"

Ian fell silent.

Indeed, he had not seen that before.

I've been to the countryside with Mom, Matt, and Vivi. In fact, I've been there several times. However, the climate and environment there were unlike where we are now. I really haven't heard of this.

He gazed at Susan as she took off her shoes and socks, revealing her fair feet. Suddenly, the sight triggered something within him, and he recalled a scene of being in the fields with his parents when he was little...

"Ian! What are you doing? You can't come down here!"

Ian looked at her impassively as he kicked off his shoes and socks in seconds. "Why not? I used to go out to the fields with my parents when I was little. Who knows where you were or what you were doing then?"

He gave a contemptuous snort before stepping forward among the flowering crops.

Susan was dumbstruck.

All right, then. I was only worrying about where to get clean socks and shoes for him later.

Hence, both of them started working in the field. During the time Susan had been there, she had done such work before and had become accustomed to it. However, it was a different story for Ian. Soon, he felt his arms start to ache and his face sting.

The leaves of the seedlings were actually very sharp with serrated edges. Those unaccustomed to handling the seedlings would easily cut themselves on them and even find that their skin would itch.

Susan watched as Ian's fair and handsome face quickly turned red as he scratched at it.

"That's it, Ian. You can't stay in this field any longer. Let's hurry up and go back. Your skin isn't used to this. If you continue, you'll ruin your face."

Tossing aside the bamboo pole, Susan hurried over to him and pulled him out of the field.

It was not long before they were back in front of the faucet.

But this time, Ian found the familiar coolness of the water that gushed forth when Susan removed the plug soothing and refreshing.

Finally feeling better, he asked Susan, "Doesn't it make you itch?"

She was in the middle of wringing a towel to wipe his arm. When she heard his question, she answered casually, "I'm already used to it. I was just like you in the beginning."

In the beginning?

Ian's gaze fell upon her face, and it was then that he noticed her skin was indeed a little darker than it had been when she was in university.

Her skin used to be fair and smooth, but now, he could see at a glance that her cheeks were red as if smeared with blusher.