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Novel Catalog
Chapter 29
Serenity tossed and turned all night, her dreams disturbed by stressful thoughts. The restless sleep left her feeling drained by the time she woke up the next morning. As usual, she hung her laundry on the balcony after turning on the washing machine before bed. It was then that she noticed the stainless steel rods installed on the balcony. They were clearly intended for her to air her laundry. Along with them, various potted plants were neatly arranged, many of which were in full bloom or just budding. Regardless of the size, each flower seemed to be intricately delicate. Serenity’s attention immediately shifted to the flowers, and she found herself captivated by their beauty. She continued her task, hanging clothes and setting up the flower stands she had purchased the day before. As she worked, a creeping sensation made her aware of a pair of eyes watching her. She looked up to find Zachary standing nearby, his gaze cold and unwavering. His expression was as emotionless as ever. Serenity had grown accustomed to his blank demeanor after a few days of marriage.
“Morning, Mr. York,” she greeted him, then added, “These flowers are beautiful. You did a great job.” Serenity could always rely on Zachary to get things done. Zachary responded in a low, husky voice, “Let me know if you run into any issues in the future.” His tone suggested that any requests she made would be no trouble for him.
“Sure,” Serenity replied, offering him a smile before returning to her plants.
“Where did you get these plants? They’re stunning,” she asked. Zachary, ever the skilled liar, replied, “I visited several florists. I can’t quite remember which ones.”
“Ah,” Serenity responded, not pressing him further, satisfied with the results of his effort.
“What are we having for breakfast today?” Zachary’s question made Serenity realize that she had skipped the most important meal of the day. She glanced at her phone and saw it was already past seven o’clock.
Embarrassed, Serenity stood up and said, “I forgot about breakfast, Mr. York. There’s still time to grab something. I’ll go get us takeout while you brush your teeth. What would you like?”
Zachary, ever indifferent, answered flatly, “I’m not picky. You can decide.” He knew better than to voice any specific preferences, as his tastes were far beyond what could be considered ordinary or affordable.
“Alright.” Serenity quickly went downstairs, hopped on her e-bike, and went out to get breakfast. It didn’t take long before she returned with bacon wraps with cheese, hash browns, and apple juice.
Zachary stared at the food in front of him, unsure of how to proceed. He couldn’t bring himself to eat it. Serenity, unaware of his hesitation, eagerly dug into her breakfast, enjoying the meal as she continued to work on her mini garden.
After a long silence, Zachary finally reached for the bacon wrap and took a bite. The wrap was greasy, but the taste was surprisingly good. Only time would tell if the bacon was cooked in a healthy or sanitary manner, but he decided not to dwell on it. After all, an occasional indulgence wouldn’t harm him.
At that moment, Zachary regretted his decision to hide his true identity as the heir to the York family of Wiltspoon. His attempt to build the image of an ordinary, working-class man was only causing him trouble.
“Serenity,” he called out, drawing her attention.
