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.
Dearestsss, Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!