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Chapter 32

    Chapter 32


    I left the courtyard and walked from the small path that I had just taken to the backyard. I did not expect


    the scenery tob e even more enchanting back there. All I could see were beautiful green nts and


    colorful flowers as if I was in a sea of flowers.


    The owner of this house must be a richi and elegant person to maintain this garden so well-kept and


    beautiful.


    I walked along the tree-lined path and took in a breath of fresh air. I remediately felt much better.


    At that moment, a two to three-year-old looking girl ran past me. She was running around in a white


    satin dress.


    Suddenly, she slipped and was about to fall. Beside her was a fully bloomed rose covered in thorns.


    I rushed forward and lifted the child. Fortunately, I was fast enough so her body did note into


    contact with the thorns.


    The little girl was frightened and cried out loud.


    At this moment, a handsome man in his thirties ran up to me and hugged the child tofort him. He


    said, “Thank you so much for what you did just now.”


    “You are wee. She is very cute. Is this your child?” Looking at the child’s pink face, my heart


    melted. In the future, I hope my child will also be this obedient!


    “Yes, especially naughty, like a boy.” The little girl had stopped crying and was struggling in the man’s


    arms. The man ced her back on the ground with some affection and whispered, “You are not


    allowed to run anymore. You will get hurt i f you fall.”


    The little girl came to me and pulled on the corner of my clothes. She revealed a cute smile and said


    crisply, “Auntie, let’s g o over there and y.”


    She was just too cute. I could not help but run after her, but I was stopped by that man. “You are


    pregnant, and she is naughty. Do not let her.”


    I was stunned. How could the man tell?


    “I have studied medicine before. From yourplexion, I can tell that you are pregnant. It should be


    almost two months now, right?” Seeing my confusion, the man smiled and exined.


    I was shocked once again. Even a trained doctor, who did not check my pulse or consult me, could


    guess the duration of m y pregnancy just by looking at my face. He was even better than Mason. I


    could not help but admire the wonders of medicine.


    I changed the topic. “Does this garden belong to you? These nts and flowers are special. The man


    looked majestic, whichplemented the courtyard.


    The man smiled and said, “My father usually takes care of them. To be precise, they are all medicinal


    nts. There are thousands of herbs and ingredients here.”


    No wonder I had a feeling these flowers and nts were unique. I felt like I had never seen them


    before.


    herbs nted here are not good for the fetus.” The man carried the child and walked towards the


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    backyard,


    I turned around and returned to the pavilion in the front yard. After a while, Theo came out. He saw me


    squatting by the pavilion while looking at the fish in the pond. He said, “Beware of falling.”


    I was fine at first, but when he suddenly spoke, I panicked. My hand that Wis holding onto the edge of


    the pailim slipped. I almostulunget into the pond, but Theo reaced quickly and pulled me up.


    “Are you a pig? You are so stupid” to frowned, cursing as he looked a my hand.


    Feeling awkward, I pulled back my hand and resentfully said, “I was careless.”


    He did not say any word further as he pulled me toward the courtyard.


    I let him pull me, and I asked curiously,” This is the medicine garden and also a ce to eat. Do you


    serve medicinal


    particr about nourishing their health. I n the past few years, medicinal cuisine was highly sought


    after by everyone.


    “Mm!” He did not want me to talk to him, so I tactfully kept quiet.


    Soon, we returned to the room we were in before. President John smiled and said, Today, we are


    basking in President Grant’s luck. I heard that Mr. Hendrick had personally cooked soup for us.”


    “Who is Mr. Hendrick?” I asked curiously. Are chefs not usually refer to themselves b y the title of


    ‘Master’?
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