were thoroughly disproven. Serenity, the focal point of these rumors, hardly paid them any mind. For her, attending the banquet with her beloved husband was simply an ordinary affair.
After Zachary helped her into the car, she leaned against him and mumbled, “I’m not drunk…”
Zachary teasingly pinched the tip of her well-defined nose and replied, “Look at you! You’re drinking as if you’re completely immune to alcohol. If your sister finds out, she’ll lecture me again for not keeping an eye on you.”
Liberty had previously advised him to watch over Serenity when she drank. She noted that while Serenity enjoyed drinking, she had a low tolerance; even a single bottle of beer could knock her out.
Though she had practiced with Mrs. Stone and slightly improved her tolerance, it gave her an inflated sense of confidence. While discussing potential future business deals, she ended up consuming two more glasses than necessary.
This happened during a brief ten-minute span when Zachary’s attention was elsewhere.
“Good wine, good wine…”
Serenity was still coherent enough to playfully swat Zachary’s hand away as she mumbled about the wine she had consumed.
Zachary chuckled and said, “The wine was indeed good, but I don’t think you could handle all of that.”
He hadn’t taken a sip of alcohol that evening, regardless of the toasts offered to him. He explained that his wife didn’t like it when he drank and that he preferred not to smell of alcohol. Everyone was understanding and did not pressure him to drink, even complimenting his devotion.
to his wife. What remained unspoken was their shared belief that his wife was overly controlling, and that he felt like a prisoner. Zachary, however, was indifferent to others’ opinions about him. He made it a point not to drink excessively, knowing that his responsibility was to care for his now-intoxicated wife.
Serenity struggled to comprehend Zachary’s lecture, her mind a jumble of disjointed phrases. She managed to open her eyes slightly, catching a glimpse of her handsome husband before murmuring, “Zachary, my head is spinning; I’m going to fall asleep.” She reached out, gently brushing her fingers against his face before resting her hand on his chest, leaning into him as she closed her eyes. She mumbled incoherently, “I’m going to sleep, I’m going to bed…”
“Just remember to invite me next time if there’s good wine,” Zachary teased. “Did you forget we have a wine collection at home?” Serenity continued to mutter about something, but Zachary could barely make it out. If he had to speculate, she was likely complaining about his restrictions on her drinking.
Just as Liberty had mentioned, Serenity enjoyed drinking despite her low tolerance. If Zachary allowed her free access to his wine cellar, it was only a matter of time before she ended up with alcohol poisoning.
“I just need the vegetables to grow well; finding customers won’t be a problem…” Serenity said unexpectedly, as Zachary thought she had fallen asleep. A bright smile lit up her face, making her look more beautiful than ever.
With that, she lazily stretched in Zachary’s arms, wrapping herself around him as tightly as she could. Her eyes remained closed, making it hard to tell if she was merely speaking in her sleep, but she…
She giggled as she confessed, “Zachary, being your wife is truly wonderful… so wonderful!”