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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 and

noble families, the concept of dealing with waste was alien to them. Their meals had always been served and cleared

They both had mysophobia.

to demonstrate his willingness to

glance at Rosalynn, his brow furrowing before

an exaggerated distance from his body, Rosalynn couldn’t contain her laughter. “The bag isn‘t

Brian replied, “Of course, you’re

such a gap between yourself and the bag?”

“Static electricity.”

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