Chapter 7


    Zachary got into the Rolls Royce and instructed in a husky voice, “Don’t forget to bring around the


    national car I bought.”


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    It was a fa?ade to fool his wife. What was his wife called again?


    “Oh, right. What’s the name of the missus again?”


    Zachary could not be bothered to dig out the marriage license. Oh, it was likely Nana did not return it to


    him after he showed her. Anyhow, the marriage license was not with him.


    The bodyguard replied, “… The young missus is Serenity Hunt. She’s twenty-five this year. You might


    want to remember that.”


    Mr. Zachary had an exceptional memory, but when it came to people who he was not fond of, he jammed


    them out.


    This was especially true with women. He probably would not know thedy’s name even if they met


    every day.


    “Sure. Got it.”


    Zachary responded offhandedly.


    Judging by Zachary’s tone, the bodyguard knew he would not be bothered to learn the young missus’


    name.


    Refusing to waste more brain cells on Serenity, Zachary slumped against the seat and rested his eyes.


    The journey from Wiltspoon Hotel to Brynfield took ten minutes.


    With the luxury sedan convoy stopping at the neighborhood gate, Zachary proceeded to drive the


    national MPV into the neighborhood.


    Although he could not remember his bride’s name, Zachary was not going to forget about the property he


    bought.


    Soon, he arrived at the entrance to his home and took notice of a pair of familiar slippers at the door.


    They seemed to be his.


    Why were they thrown out?


    It must be Serenity!


    Doing a slow burn, Zachary saw tension in his chiseled face. He was grateful to the girl for saving Nana


    at first, but all that good impression was lost following Nana’s constant praising of her and nagging to


    marry her.


    Now Zachary believed Serenity was a conniving person.


    Although he gave in to Nana to marry Serenity in the end, Zachary drew the line there. He nned to


    keep his identity hidden after marriage to be the judge of Serenity’s character. If Serenity passed the test,


    he would ept her as his wife forever.


    If he were to find out that she was a scheming woman, then she should get what wasing.


    No good ever came to those who yed games with Zachary.


    Whipping out his keys, Zachary tried to unlock the door, but his attempt was futile. He was less than


    happy when he realized that the woman had locked him out.


    This was his house!


    He let her in, and yet she locked her out!


    Seeing red, Zachary lifted his foot and kicked the door. Bang!


    Zachary was also trying to get Serenity on the phone.


    Because of the earlier incident, Zachary saved Serenity’s contact and added the spousal title for a


    reminder. He would be d*mned if he could remember who Serenity was for once instead of deleting her


    contact again.


    Serenity was startled awake by the kick on the door.


    Who was pounding the door in the middle of the night? How was she supposed to sleep?


    Serenity was a grump in the morning, not to mention now that she was woken up by the noise. Throwing


    off the covers, Serenity stormed out in her pajamas.


    Since her phone was in the room, she had no idea that Zachary called.


    “Who is it? Why are you knocking on my door when you should be sleeping?”


    Serenity opened the door as she ran her mouth at the guy standing outside. She was stumped the


    moment she got a good look at the person’s face. Serenity stared at Zachary’s face for a while before


    getting ahold of herself and putting on a smiling face. She embarrassedly uttered, “Oh, it’s you, Mr. York.”


    Zachary’s rage was already on an all-time high as she did not pick up his call.


    Brushing Serenity off, Zachary walked past her and entered the house with a sour face.


    Serenity stuck her tongue out behind his back.


    This was the aftereffect of marrying at first sight.


    She popped her head out the door to look. It was a good thing the neighbors were not awakened by


    Zachary’s vigorous mming.


    Spotting the slippers by the door, Serenity bent over to put them back inside the house before locking the


    door behind her.


    “I got home at midnight. I thought you wouldn’t being back since you weren’t home by then. That’s


    why I locked the door.”


    Serenity exined.


    “I was alone at home, so I thought I should put your slippers at the door just to be safe. People will know


    there’s a man in the house if they see a man’s slippers. They wouldn’t dare try anything.”


    No bad guys scared Serenity as she practiced self-defense. Nevertheless, it did not stop Serenity from


    putting home safety measures into ce.


    Sitting on the sofa, Zachary stared icily at her with dead-pan yet prating eyes.


    The nights in October were chilly, to begin with. Not only did Serenity feel the chill from his piercing re,


    but winter was also brought forward. It was freezing!


    “I’m sorry, Mr. York.”


    Serenity brought his slippers over and ced them by his feet while apologizing.


    She should have called to ask if he wasing back.


    It took a while before Zachary coldly blurted, “I said not to mind me, but this is my home. I’m not happy


    that you locked me out.”


    “I’m sorry, Mr. York. I’m sorry. Next time, I’ll call in advance to check if you’reing back. I’ll lock the


    door if you have no ns to return.”


    After a brief silence, Zachary uttered, “I’ll inform you when I’m going on business trips. I’ll be home every


    day unless I tell you otherwise. Don’t call me. I’m a busy man. I don’t have time to take your tiresome


    calls.”


    “Oh,” Serenity answered.


    Whatever he said then.


    This was his ce.


    He was the boss.


    “Mr. York, do you want any supper?”


    Since Zachary worked untilte, Serenity thought he must be hungry. Hence, she asked out of kindness.


    “I don’t have the habit of midnight snacking. It’s fattening.”