<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 852 Climbing Up The Mountain</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Zachary coughed, and the room fell silent.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">He then led Vivian into his room.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Vivian panicked. “Zachary, you jerk, what are you nning to do? I’ll call the police!”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Zachary furrowed his brows, releasing her and swiftly closing the door behind him. “I’m not that desperate.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Vivian let out a sigh of relief.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">That’s true. Zachary has never been interested in me; he surely won’t do anything to me.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Then why did you bring me into your room?” she asked.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">He sat down, gazing up at her with a rare seriousness. “Vivian,” he began, “regardless of anything else, we are an engaged couple in the eyes of others. I don’t want people to think I’m cuckolded. If you truly have feelings for that pretty boy, you should tell Grandpa.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Only then did Vivian realize that he had misunderstood.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Are you crazy? There’s no hot water kettle in my room. I asked thendlord, and he said there’s more in Eric’s room.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Where’s the hot water kettle?” Zachary didn’t buy her excuse. If she’s telling the truth, why was she acting so sneaky when she came out just now?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Vivian wasn’t afraid of him misunderstanding, but more so that he’d go around spreading rumors. Therefore, she feltpelled to exin further, “The door to Eric’s room was open. When I went in earlier, he was taking a shower.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Zachary fell silent, realization dawning upon him.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">No wonder… But I thought Vivian’s a pervert.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Then you can use the one in my room. I don’t really need it anyway,” Zachary offered, in a rare gentlemanly manner.</font></font>Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Vivian took the kettle, thanked him, and then left.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After she left, themotion next door finally ceased, allowing Zachary to sleep peacefully.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The following day, at the crack of dawn, everyone living next door to Lucille and Mason wore looks of exhaustion.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Vivian also yawned.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Everyone knew what had happened but chose to remain silent.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Are we going camping today?” asked Vivian.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Yes, I’ve arranged a variety of camping essentials for you guys. Feel free to take your pick,” said Eric.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The girls walked over, but before they could make their selection, some workers began transporting camping gear up from the foot of the mountain.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Mason said enthusiastically, “Mr. Palmer, you don’t need to bother. Mr. Rainsworth has arranged for someone to bring all the camping gear.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Eric remained silent, but Cecilia felt a pang of difort. It seemed disrespectful, especially since Eric had gone through the trouble of preparing everything, only for his efforts to be set aside.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“We can still choose some.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Yeah, I’ll choose some, too. I enjoy setting up my own tent,” Vivian stated.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The girls showed Eric respect, disying a remarkable level of emotional intelligence.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Once everyone was prepared, they began their ascent to the mountain’s peak.</font></font>
The area was already developed, with stone–paved roads leveled to perfection. Walking along these paths was quite effortless.
Eric helped Cecilia by taking her bag. “You’re ady, and you shouldn’t be carrying things, especially when you’re pregnant.”
Cecilia was just carrying a handbag; the rest of her belongings were handled by the bodyguards.
She felt embarrassed to let Eric help her.
Zachary and the others cast murderous gazes in Eric’s direction.
“This pretty boy sure knows how to win a girl’s favor,” Zachary teased Mason.
Mason nodded before rushing to Lucille’s side. “Lucy, let me carry your water bottle for you. As my girlfriend, you shouldn’t have to carry anything.”
Zachary’s face darkened instantly.
Vivian, holding a bag in one hand and a water bottle in the other, was left out.
“Vivian, if you don’t mind, I can carry your bag and water for you.” Jonathan, ever the considerate boy, offered to help when she needed it most.