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Chapter 31
On the other hand, Zachary had likely spoken to Mr. Lewis on Liberty’s behalf, putting in a good word for her, which led to the reduction in the repair cost. However, even with the discount, nine thousand dollars was still a significant amount for Liberty. It was a lesson learned for her to be more cautious when on the street and stay clear of luxury sedans.
“Is your husband coming back soon?” Liberty asked.
“Yeah. He’ll be back tomorrow.”
“Great. My husband and I will come over ahead of time. Are you cooking? I’ll help out.”
Having lived independently for many years, Liberty was used to managing everything from her career to domestic matters. Now, with a child and no income, her husband pressured her to stay at home. The sisters exchanged some light conversation before ending the call.
“Mr. York, do you work late every day?” Serenity asked.
“Why?”
“It’s almost the weekend, and Nana and your parents will be here for dinner. We need to spruce up the place. I was thinking of looking at furniture in the next few days to get what we need.”
Zachary fell silent. His demanding job left him little time to shop for furniture with her.
Understanding his silence, Serenity replied, “I can get it myself if you don’t have the time.”
Zachary responded, “Alright. You’re the lady of the house. You can make decisions about the household. Just keep me in the loop for the bigger things.”
He didn’t have the time for every little detail of the house.
“Sure. I’ll let Jasmine know I won’t be coming to work today. I’ll take care of it,” Serenity said, determined to sort out their home.
Zachary remained silent and then left to go back to his bedroom. It wasn’t long before he emerged, saying, “I’m going to work.”
“Drive safe,” Serenity said casually, still holding the hash brown and apple juice.
Zachary left, heading to his undercover MPV. He drove out of Brynfield, pulling up alongside the convoy where his Rolls Royce was parked.
“Sir,” the bodyguards greeted him, quickly moving to shield him as they opened the door of the Rolls Royce. One of them asked, “Should I throw away your breakfast, Sir?”
Without saying anything, Zachary handed the uneaten hash brown to the bodyguard. The bodyguards could dispose of it as they saw fit.
The Rolls Royce purred as the car merged into traffic, leaving for the night.
Serenity spent the day running errands, and by the time Zachary came home late that night, she was already asleep. He carefully moved around the house, admiring her interpretation of a home. She had clearly put effort into creating a space that felt personal.
Maybe she wasn’t the scheming type. Perhaps all she wanted from the marriage was a place to call her own, especially after living under her sister and brother-in-law’s roof. But Zachary knew that time would reveal her true nature. He wasn’t ready to label her yet—only through time and their day-to-day interactions could he understand who she truly was.
Soon enough, the week had passed, and Saturday arrived.
