Charles looked at the beauty a few meters away from him. She is obviously tired but as usual, she doesn't give up once she puts her hand into the plow. She insisted to help clean up even though the workers already said that she can take a rest. Typical of the stubborn girl that he knows, she really stood to what she said. She helped until her body is crying for rest. Charles sighed. This is the woman he loves. She's not a weakling, not the princess type who waits for her knight in shining armor to fight her battles. She cannot be pleased if the man on her side is weaker than her. That's why he has to devise a strategy to get her back. Playing the weak man before her is never an option. He knows that he would lose.
Though deep inside, he wanted to hug her and own her again the moment she
