woke up early to enjoy the morning and take a walk.
Mr. Lewis’s car could easily enter the villa without Serenity’s instructions. Before Duncan parked, he noticed from a distance that Serenity and Liberty were walking together, admiring the flowers. When he looked again after parking, he couldn’t see them anymore. Not feeling rushed to join them, he stepped out of the car and asked Sam, who had come out to greet him, “Is Zachary still sleeping?”
“Mr. Zachary drank a bit too much last night and hasn’t woken up yet,” Sam replied with a smile. “You can come inside and wait, Mr. Lewis. He should wake up soon.”
The missus was already enjoying a stroll in the garden, and Mr. Zachary wouldn’t remain asleep for long. After a night of drinking, he would sulk if he didn’t see his wife in the morning. In the past, everyone felt anxious when Zachary sulked, as if disaster was imminent. However, with the missus around, they were no longer afraid; they merely speculated on how long it would take for their head of household to wake up in a bad mood.
“Sure,” Duncan replied and followed Sam into the house.
As soon as he entered, he spotted Zachary, who was descending the stairs. Zachary’s face looked tense, just as Sam had predicted. He had a headache from his night of drinking and intentionally groaned before opening his eyes, hoping his wife would come to comfort him. To his surprise, she was already gone. He touched her spot under the duvet and found it cold, which indicated that Serenity had risen early. Zachary was accustomed to being the center of attention and wished that Serenity would focus on him, especially when he was feeling unwell. However, Serenity…
You would be the last person to revolve around him.
When Zachary saw his friend, who had arrived early in the morning—before he even made it downstairs—his expression grew more serious.
Only Duncan could approach the sofa and sit down calmly, unfazed by Zachary’s stern demeanor.