Mr. The Lawyer Fatal Attraction

Part 3's. Westbury 2's

"It seems like everything is here."

"Ah yes, we planted everything we could grow, I found this property a year ago. I think the best property I've ever had, the garden is amazing. The owner died and his son sold this, this is not so expensive, even very underprice because buying this must accept directly there are two families who live here, and he makes his garden will have to keep going, because you see his house even though it's big enough, it's very ordinary, like a country house, far from fancy, far from being, everything here has been working for a long time from the previous owner. They love their gardens, these gardens supply organic local groceries. Two families live on this land. They live in that bungalow. If I come here it's like I'm back in childhood." He told his pride to this garden with a smile on his face.

"I think this property found an owner who was destined for it." Mr. Xavier laughed, a different casual laugh to his side always looking serious.

"You're right I really like this place. Let's go to the house." He now leads the way through the row-row of mostly growing and developing plants in early spring.

"If I come late in summer, there must be a lot of fruit here."

"That's right, but there are strawberries in the greenhouse, I think there are ripe ones. You want?"

"Can? Isn't that for sale?"

"To entertain guests too, come on..." He made me smile wide to let me into that big enough greenhouse.

It's modern farming! The row was planted hydroponically with a modern water pipe arrangement with elevating, temperature sensors, humidity, and UV lights. Strawberries hang on the sides beautifully.

"This is where they supply strawberries all year round. Come take it all you want." He gave me a harvest basket. I drove to the sidelines picking it but it was difficult because my nails were a bit long.

"It's wear this, don't break your nails." He understood I needed a little scissors and gave me what I needed.

"Thank you." I walked past the row-row of the creeping plant and picked the ripe one. "Have Sir?" I just plucked roughly the size of a small box.

"A little bit? Bring some home..." He searched for me so it might fit 3 boxes. He was so kind as to wrap up for me, I grimaced wide at the full basket. "Let's let Alma pack it for you. I brought it home."

I passed the row-row of plants back home with a happy heart like a little girl on an outing and forgot for a moment I was in a breakup. Just because I gave strawberry gifts...

We got home, and he let me in. My attention instantly shifted to sweeping the room of the house. He was right this house was built like a country house, functional, but there was no touch of any design, the walls were sturdy, plain with ivory white, a simple ceiling with old chandeliers, and so on, wooden furniture such as the 80s, even some old photos have not been removed, although clean well maintained, this old house whose owner has died is printed clearly there.

"Sir, haven't you changed anything yet?" I commented to her with the view that she didn't care about the contents of this house, the type who thought a no-leak room that could be slept in was enough, he'll be fine with that. And now he told me to clean it up.