"Renee Jennings, when are you going to stop gossiping behind people's backs?"
Naomi Kenway held a fan in her hand, the cool breeze lifting her hair. Her beautiful eyes were particularly cold.
She never expected that just wandering around out of boredom would lead her to witness such an interesting scene.
Renee Jennings turned around, her face flushed with the shame of being caught red-handed. Then, she noticed Naomi's leisurely appearance, a stark contrast to the sweaty, miserable image she had pictured in her mind.
She straightened her back defensively. "I was just telling the truth. What are you doing wandering around here? Aren't you supposed to be moving watermelons? Slacking off already? I guess your husband doesn't treat you that well. Aren't you afraid he'll chew you out for slacking?"
