Dawson Carmichael made no movements.
Not even noticing Julius Reed's reaching hand.
She was holding a broom, adeptly sweeping the floor.
After doing a task for a year, even a miss born with a silver spoon could learn to sweep the floor.
Snap!
Julius Reed was holding a fallen leaf in his hand.
Only then did Dawson Carmichael react.
She looked blankly at the unfamiliar man before her, uncertain of his intentions.
"Leaf."
Julius Reed lifted the leaf in his hand, smiling like a gentleman.
"It's strange to see a fallen leaf in the season of lush foliage. Sometimes, things don't wait to wither at their peak."
He walked to the trash can and tossed the leaf inside.
The Donovan Family was particular about cleanliness.
Ever since Dawson Carmichael moved the family to the suburbs, the place had been primarily the office area for the entire Donovan Group.
But it was limited to the front courtyard only.
The backyard remained off-limits.
