?<strong>Chapter 973:</strong>


    Exhausted by the frequent reminders, Gemma enlisted Pierre’s help in the garden.


    Pierre, unustomed to such delicate tasks, fumbled with the flowers. The more careful he tried to be, the more mistakes he made, leaving the soil disrupted and the petals marred. Gemma, distressed, crouched to clean the dirt from the damaged petals. The rain-soaked soil stained her dress and hands, yet she remained undeterred.


    Pierre frowned and held the hem of her dress. “Miss Hampton, your dress is soiled.”


    Gemma looked down at her white dress and lifted it slightly. The sunlight caught her bare legs, prompting Pierre to quickly look away.


    Gemma instructed Pierre on how to prune the leaves and care for the flowers, sharing her knowledge.


    Though this task was beyond Pierre’s usual duties, Corey had made it clear that as Gemma’s personal bodyguard, Pierre was to participate in her life fully and follow her directives unquestionably.


    Pierre took meticulous notes.


    Amused by his earnestness, Gemma, squatting in front of him, teased, “Do you listen to your girlfriend like this at home?”


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    Pierre answered simply, “No.”


    Surprised, Gemma asked, “Why not?”


    “I don’t have a girlfriend.”


    Realizing the triviality of their exchange, Gemma remarked, “You’re handsome and yet unattached?”


    “My job doesn’t allow time, and a bodyguard’s life doesn’t ensure safety. It wouldn’t be fair to involve someone else,” Pierre exined.


    Gemma found his consideration touching. She mused about Corey, “If Corey were like you, I might have a sister-inw by now. He’s terrible at rtionships and doesn’t appreciate women.”


    Curious, Pierre inquired, “Doesn’t he fancy Ms. Bet?”


    Gemma was taken aback. “Is that so?”


    Her eyes widened as she leaned in closer to Pierre, her fragrance enveloping him.


    Pierre had encountered many individuals and their perfumes, which usually varied only slightly, distinguished more by their price than by character, but none had been memorable.


    Gemma’s fragrance, however, was unique—fresh, gentle, and elegant, far from ordinary. It was a scent that evoked luxury and warmth.


    Pierre found the aroma undeniably alluring. Yet, he maintained his self-control.


    Regarding Gemma’s question, Pierre exined with sincerity, “I don’t know. It was merely a guess.”


    Gemma, ever naive and straightforward, pondered. “But guesses must have some basis. Did you overhear something?”


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