Female Novel
Chapter 778
Chapter 778
Zachary finished wiping down the stove, washed the rag, and proceeded to wash his hands again.
Then he turned to walk toward Serenity and stopped before her. His large hands cradled her face and
pinched it lightly a few times before he said, smiling, “I told you, you should go only if you want to go. If
you don’t, then you don’t. I don’t mind either way.”
Serenity grabbed his hand, walked to the balcony with him, and sat down on the swing. She leaned
against his shoulder and together, they looked out at the city lights.
“When all the houses below are all lit up, the huge building opposite us goes all dark. They’ve all gone
home for New Year’s.”
“Tomorrow morning, we’re going back to the old residence. I’ve already informed Nana and there’s
already a room arranged for us to stay in.”
Zachary had his arm around her shoulders as their heads leaned against each other.
That moment was full of warmth and sweetness.
“Seren, our old York family residence is really old. I hope you won’t mind it when you’re there.”
“How old is it? Is it a clay tile house? Or is it a thatched cottage?”
Zachary laughed, “It’s not that bad. It’s just the old residence left behind by the York ancestors.
Although it’s maintained yearly, we can’t deny it’s obviously an old place. And all of us live together
there–I think I’ve mentioned it to you before.”
“How big is the old family residence?”
“Our ancestors started doing business in the 1900s and made a small fortune then, so the old
residence spreads across quite a wide area. Back then, it was considered a luxurious place. Every
family unit has its own wing, although it’s all connected. We go in and out through the main entrance.”
“Is it like a mansion?”
“Yeah.”
“Your old family residence was built in the 1900s and it’s still livable? It’s pretty well maintained then.”
Zachary chuckled. “You don’t think we’re very poor and that we don’t have money to build other
houses, so that’s why everyone still lives in the old residence left behind by our ancestors?”
Since their grandparents‘ generation, their family had moved out of Whitmore Mansion and built the
Wildridge Manor. To the younger generation, Wildridge Manor was considered their old family
residence, because all the cousins lived in their own villas and would only return to Wildridge Manor
during the holidays.
“You could afford a villa and even paid for our current place in cash. How could you be so poor as to
not have money to build another house? The older generation probably kept staying there for
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Zachary smiled. “My wife is so clever. That’s right. Especially Nana–when she married into the York
family, she moved straight into Whitmore Mansion, so she was feeling sentimental about the place. She
didn’t want to move out, so everyone could only accompany her and spend lots of money and labor
every year to maintain the place to prevent it from collapsing.”
“The older generation is all like that,” Serenity expressed her understanding.
“Look, Nana came to live with us for only a few days before she ran back home. She’s not used to it.
“To us, living here is great, but Nana just feels that the old residence is better. One’s own shack is
better than another’s mansion.”
Zachary scoffed internally. Nana only slunk back home early to avoid Mrs. Stone exposing their
identities.
“Zachary, can we go for a walk? We’ve been married for a while now, but we’ve never held hands and
strolled on the streets like other couples do. Most people have gone home for the holidays, so there
should be much fewer people and cars on the streets now. It’ll be quiet, too.”
Zachary said fondly, “I’ll support you and be by your side no matter what you want to do.”
He got up, pulling her with him. “I’ll go get you a jacket from the room. The temperature drops at night.
It’ll be cold.”