Chapter 744
Ryan admired his handiwork when Camelia walked by, wielding a wooden shovel. Lost in thought, she seemed oblivious to his presence. A bad feeling gnawed at him. "Amy? Amy!"
Camelia froze, her glare sending shivers down his spine. Realization dawned on Ryan. Eloise and Freya were nearby. Calling her "Amy" so intimately had been a mistake. He clamped a hand over his mouth, silencing himself.
Camelia remained silent, heading toward the spot where she'd made potash the day before.
"What's wrong with her?" He was confused. Unable to quell his worry, he decided to follow her for answers.
Camelia spread the potash and continued burning leftover branches and leaves. Once they had cooled, she could use them as fertilizers.
Ryan, wanting to appease her before questioning the issue, took the shovel from her grasp. "Let me handle this dirty work."
With practiced ease, he began moving the potash.
Camelia wanted to scold him, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. So, she just watched him s

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