Never Subjected to Wind or Rain

The mountain path was not easy to maneuver. The girl stumbled but continued resolutely pursuing forward step by step, heading toward the man in her eyes. Lucille raised her eyebrows slightly. If she wasn't the one to have her man stolen, she would find Noelle rather naive and romantic, like a delicate flower in a greenhouse never subjected to wind or rain. Not understanding interpersonal relationships or worldly affairs. Lucille retracted her gaze, turned around, and prepared to search in another place. A brave subordinate carefully approached to ask, "Mrs. Collins, you're not mad at all?" "Hmm?" Lucille found it somewhat amusing. "Why should I be?" "That woman named Noelle provokes you so, and shamelessly attempts to lure Mr. Joseph. Don't you care at all?" said the subordinate who had heard everything Noelle said earlier, sounding utterly ridiculous and absurd! Especially the few conditions Noelle proposed made him clench his fists. If it was not against his principles to slap women,