"Why are we talking about this?" Luellen frowned.
"You're so useless." Shirley stepped away. "Everyone who comes to his house always talks about the gym. Humph, why did I even expect you to make it past the main lobby? Mr Wentworth is not just rich; he's also very pleasing to look at. You stepped inside his house, but you didn't even see anything. How useless."
Luellen stared at the woman who finished washing the dishes to be used. She just sighed and stirred the soup in her pot. "I didn't see the gym. I'm more interested in the atrium garden. Watching him garden is better than him lifting weights. You can see his arms working.
"The second-floor hallway is also filled with windows. It's easy to find him walking around." Luellen sighed. "He also runs around their lot in the morning. If I don't wake up early, I can only wait for him in the kitchen."
