Xander's Private Residence.
The soft evening sunlight poured into Xander's private residence as he arrived home, exhausted but eager to unwind. As he handed his briefcase to a waiting butler, he asked, "Is my wife home?"
The butler smiled. "Yes, Sir. Madam is in the fruit garden, harvesting strawberries."
A smile curved Xander's lips at the thought of his wife immersing herself in such a simple joy. "Of course, she is."
Without hesitation, Xander headed upstairs to the master bedroom, freshened up, and changed into a crisp, casual outfit. Moments later, he made his way to the lush fruit garden.
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In the garden, Aurora was crouched next to a bed of vibrant strawberries, her laughter soft as she chatted with two servants assisting her. Xander paused at a distance, taking in the sight of her. She was radiant, her hair tied up loosely, her cheeks glowing under the golden light.
