Chapter 898

Serenity held the watering can in her right hand and raised it when she turned to look at him. She was showing him that she was using her right hand. She injured her left hand.

“It’s tiring if you only use one hand too. I told Mrs. Lane to take good care of these flowers. You don’t have to worry about them.”

Zachary took the watering can from her hand and did not allow her to water the flowers. He pulled her to the swing chair and pressed her down to the seat. “Here’s your favorite spot. Just sit here and swing.

I’ll go into the house and get you a coat.”

“I’m not cold.”

However, Zachary went inside as if he did not hear her. He brought her a jacket and wanted to put it on her, but she refused, so he draped it over her legs instead. That way, she would not feel cold when sitting on the swing chair.

“I’ll go cook now. Call me if you need anything. Don’t touch the water.”

Zachary exhorted her again and returned to the kitchen to prepare their dinner.

Serenity sat on the swing chair for a moment, then got up and went into the house. She watched quietly at the kitchen door as Zachary cooked dinner.

As she looked at him, she remembered bits and pieces of the past. Putting aside the fact that he hid his identity from her, he took great care of her in everyday life.

There had been something sweet between them.

Serenity watched him for a while before turning away. She went to the sofa, sat down, and turned on the TV, but she could not focus on the program.

From time to time, Zachary would poke his head out to see what she was doing.

He was very nervous.

Neither did he know what she wanted to talk to him about, nor the decision she would make.

He laughed at himself in his heart. His calm and collectedness flew out the window after meeting Serenity.

Over an hour later, the simple dinner prepared by Zachary was ready.

There were three dishes and one soup–all Serenity’s favorites. He served Serenity a bowl of soup and filled her plate with food before handing her the plate.

Serenity looked at him and said, “Zachary, don’t treat me too well.”

“Don’t be silly. You’re my wife. Who should I treat well if not you?”

“I’m afraid I’ll let you down.”

“It’s okay. I can accept it no matter if it’s hope or disappointment. As long as you don’t mention divorce and don’t leave me, I can accept anything. I can afford to wait however long you want to stay at your sister’s place.

“Seren, as long as you remember that you have me as your husband who’s waiting for you to come back home, I’m content with that.”

Serenity served him some food. “Eat first.”

Zachary felt overwhelmed by favor. “I’ll do it myself, honey. Your hand is injured. I should be the one taking care of you.”

“I injured my left hand. It doesn’t affect my right hand from taking food. Eat. You’ve been busy the whole time since coming back. You need to eat more.”

She put more food on his plate as she spoke.

Zachary was nervous.

The better she treated him, the more nervous and scared he was. He did not know what awaited him.

After the meal, Zachary went ahead and washed the dishes.

He deliberately dawdled and spent another hour cleaning up before walking over to sit across from Serenity.

With a serious expression like an elementary school student in class, he said, “Give me your verdict, Seren. I’m ready.”

Serenity was speechless. “I just want to talk with you. You make it sound like I’m sending you to the guillotine.”

He looked at her deeply and said, “To me, this moment feels exactly like that.”