Thend that Harry had bought was too big; it was 1.5 acres, at least. They would''ve had to work for two or three days in order to finish it.


    L was too tired to work anymore, and Harry told her to sit there and wait for him until he returned. He then nted some more red roses around the patch ofnd that they had started working on.


    In that way, they could easily find their flowers when they came back several monthster.


    Later, the field''s manager came and showed them where the roses used for the essential oil extracts came from.


    They saw big bags of roses being thrown into a machine, one after another. Only one liter of rose oil could be extracted from five to six thousand kilograms of rose petals.


    L let that piece of information sink in. No wonder rose oil was so expensive! So many rose petals and hardbor were being put in for its production! That exined why its price was so high.


    In the evening, L had a nice Damascus rose bath while wearing a rose oil mask on her face.


    They said that rose oil was "the queen of all essential oils". It was not only good for your face and womb, but also helpful if you suffered from any endocrine disorders and if you had freckles.


    While L was rxing in the bathtub, Harry came in and handed her a ss of red wine.


    "Honey, how are you feeling?" When she raised her right hand to grab the ss of red wine, he saw that her whole body was covered in rose petals.


    In fact, if she wanted to, she could also live such a life at his estate back in C Country.


    "I feel great! I don''t feel tired anymore." She took a sip out of her ss of red wine, and a little bit of it dripped from her lips down her mask on her chin.


    Harry came closer to her, and said, "Do you want a shoulder massage?" He was more than happy to serve her.


    L chuckled, and said, "Get out of here. Leave me alone!" She knew pretty well what he really wanted.


    She was trying to kick him out o


    When her boyfriend betrayed her, all light and joy was gone from Cherry’s life. Deserted, bereft of hope, she married a man that she had barely met, but she had never expected him to be her ex-boyfriend’s uncle.


    Cherry thought that she had finally found her happiness, but she had no idea about the dark secrets that were bound to unfold and haunt her forever...


    ther, hidden sides of him, even the side of him in bed.


    "Why do you ask?" He looked back at her, feeling confused.


    L pointed at the products, and said, "These all have roses in them. You must love that smell very much!" Although she didn''t love red roses that much, she would still use those products.


    Harry put down his magazine, and answered, "You love it, don''t you?" She was pretty happy every time he gave her roses. Especially here, where she looked quite excited among all those Damascus roses.


    He would try to love whatever she loved.


    He had initially thought that she loved the smell of roses, and that was why he had bought her so many rose products. Alright! She didn''t hate it!


    And then she said, "Okay, you''ll smell it every day." She looked at the packaging of the products, although she couldn''t understand a word out of the Bulgarian instructions written on them.


    Harry smiled and went to L. He looked at her jokingly, and said, "I just love your scent!" Until he had first smelled hers, he had never been a fan of any strong scent. It was not bad!


    ... Joey heard what Harry said, and he came closer secretly, trying to listen on some more.


    L pped Harry over the hand. What was he doing? They weren''t alone on the ne! The others must have surely heard that!