He might just be feigning interest, though.

After all, Sanford was a gentleman. Perhaps he was just naturally kind to all his women.

Post-breakfast, Maggie busied herself with clearing the table.

Rosalynn, eyeing the men, issued a command. “Take out the trash.”

Both Brian and Sanford traded a stunned glance.

“Did you hear that? Go throw the garbage,” Brian echoed, delegating the menial task to Sanford.

Sanford drew closer to him, whispering, “Brian, shouldn’t you aim to impress Rosalynn? Go

from noble families, the concept of dealing with waste was alien to them. Their meals had always been served and cleared without a

They both had mysophobia.

Brian to demonstrate his willingness to undertake even

his brow furrowing

his body,

composure, Brian replied, “Of

such a gap between yourself and the bag?”

“Static electricity.”

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