Chapter 278
Grandma May must have her reasons for favoring Serenity.
Zachary paused for a moment before responding, “What’s there to see? She has two eyes, a nose, and a mouth just like everyone else.”
“Haha.”
Duncan erupted in laughter.
He understood that his best friend had no intention of letting them meet Serenity.
Josh had likely met Serenity and knew her well, given his nosy nature and extensive information network.
Deciding to end the conversation, Duncan quickly hung up, recognizing that his best friend was busy.
Time passed swiftly.
Before long, it was deep into the night.
Inside the Rolls Royce, Zachary furrowed his brow as fatigue began to set in.
He had been overwhelmed in recent days, attempting to condense three days’ worth of work into one. It was no wonder he was tired.
“Sir, should I drive to Regent Residences?”
The chauffeur inquired.
Leaning back in his seat, Zachary closed his eyes and took a moment to respond.
After two minutes, he replied in a gravelly voice, “To Brynfield.”
“Sure.”
Upon hearing this, Jim felt relieved.
The bodyguards would have a better time now that Mr. Zachary was finally returning to his wife’s side.
Although Mr. Zachary hadn’t taken it out on the bodyguards, the team had been on edge, worried about making a mistake and incurring his wrath, especially since he had been in a foul mood lately.
Zachary was not returning from the office; he had been out for a business dinner, so the journey home would take some time.
It took twenty minutes for him to reach Brynfield.
As he opened the door to the house, he was greeted by darkness.
Was Serenity not home yet?
He switched on the lights and checked the time—it was eleven o’clock at night. The girl would be home soon. It was fortunate he had come upstairs quickly; otherwise, his cover would have been blown if she caught him stepping out of the Rolls Royce.
Zachary hadn’t been home for three days, but it felt like he had been away much longer. The silent treatment, the temporary living arrangement, and the deletion of contacts seemed like distant memories. In reality, it had only been three days.
The silent treatment might have continued if Nana hadn’t intervened to give Zachary an escape. On the coffee table sat a maneki-neko and a dragon—crafts that Serenity had promised him.
Zachary walked over and picked up the maneki-neko. Serenity had a talent for her crafts, bringing them to life with her skilled hands.
Suddenly, he heard a noise at the door. He quickly placed the maneki-neko back on the coffee table, wanting to pretend he had just emerged from his bedroom. However, he was still dressed in his suit, and Serenity already had one foot inside the house. Realizing the ruse was futile, he abandoned the act.
Their eyes met.
Serenity broke the silence. “Did you just come home, Mr. York?”
“Yes. I just arrived.”
Zachary calmly picked up the golden dragon. “When did you finish these crafts?”
“I put them out the night you didn’t return home,” Serenity replied as she approached him. “Since I wasn’t allowed in your bedroom, I placed them here instead, thinking you’d notice them when you got back and take them to your room.”
