Serenity casually remarked to him, feigning forgetfulness about teasing him earlier. She walked past him toward the guest room.
However, when she opened the door to the guest room, she was taken aback.
The bedsheet was missing.
The quilt was gone.
The pillow was also absent.
She had definitely purchased a complete set of bedding. Where had it gone?
That didn’t seem likely; a thief wouldn’t only steal bedding.
She turned her head to look at the smug man still leaning against the door. He must have seized the opportunity while she was in the shower to remove all the bedding from the guest room.
Zachary remained silent, simply watching her.
Serenity turned around and
She walked back toward him, pausing briefly before entering his room. As she stepped inside, she remarked, “I recall someone saying he’d leave the door open for me to search for the agreement.”
Zachary waited for her to enter before following her in. He shut the door behind him and calmly replied, “Be my guest. If you can’t find it, please don’t mention the agreement again in the future, because it simply doesn’t exist.”
Aside from the safe that had yet to be opened, she had already searched every corner of the room. Serenity feigned casualness as she rummaged through the space, eventually approaching his safe and giving it a pat. “Open it and let me see. You must have hidden it in here.”
Zachary walked over and unlocked the safe. Serenity looked at him before opening it, revealing only a small document inside: their marriage license. There was nothing else.
She took out the marriage license and inspected the safe, confirming that it was indeed empty. “There’s not even a penny here. What did you buy a safe for?”
Zachary replied matter-of-factly, “To keep our marriage license.”
“If you’d like to put money in there, I can go to the bank tomorrow after work to withdraw some cash and bring it back to store in the safe. You can use it whenever you want.”
“There’s still money on the household expenses card you gave me.”
Serenity turned the marriage license over to view their wedding photo, which looked quite unnatural.
“Look at your face back then. You were like an iceberg. I was worried I’d freeze and turn into an ice sculpture while taking the wedding photos.”
Zachary sat down beside her and glanced at the photo on the license. “You weren’t exactly enthusiastic either. The photographer kept urging you to lean closer, but you were frozen stiff. You didn’t move an inch.”
Serenity was left speechless.
It was a case of the pot calling the kettle black.
“Seren, please don’t bring up the agreement again. It’s gone. Even if it weren’t, I would have probably flushed it down the drain by now.”
Serenity looked at him, diving deep into pondering what he could mean.
He was going back on his word—that was what he meant. He had taken advantage of that night when she was a little drunk to destroy her copy of the agreement. He feared she would wake up and look for it, so he destroyed his own copy as well.
When she remembered to ask him about it, he shamelessly denied it, claiming that she had been worrying too much lately and was hallucinating.
He was clearly trying to avoid shooting himself in the foot again. Serenity mulled over his words but chose not to press him on his lies.
