Married at First Sight (Serenity and Zachary) novel Chapter 3941

 
Married At First Sight Chapter 3941-3945 
Chapter 3941 
     
Mrs. Du teased with a smile as Abby opened the door. Without waiting for an invitation, she stepped into her daughter’s room. 
Abby’s bedroom had a cozy, minimalist vibe. She kept things simple—a bed, a computer desk, and a small sofa set. The warm tones of her decor reflected her preference for comfort without clutter. 
Her room was also the smallest in the house. Abby had insisted on it, claiming that larger spaces felt empty and made it hard for her to sleep. 
Mrs. Du often speculated that Abby’s preference for smaller rooms came from her martial arts training. Back then, she shared modest quarters with her fellow disciples. What felt normal to Abby might seem cramped to others. 
That said, compared to most people’s homes, Abby’s “small” room was still generously sized. It only seemed small when compared to the rest of the Du family’s sprawling mansion. 
Mrs. Du settled onto the sofa, glancing around as Abby yawned. 
“Mom, let me get dressed,” Abby said, running a hand through her disheveled hair. 
“Go ahead,” her mother replied, making herself comfortable. 
Abby changed quickly, freshened up, and returned to find her mother waiting. She poured a cup of warm water and handed it to her. 
“Here, Mom,” Abby said as she sat down next to her. “Aren’t you busy with New Year’s prep?” 
Mrs. Du smiled and waved a hand dismissively. “What’s there to be busy with? The staff takes care of everything. I only make a few family dishes for New Year’s Eve. The rest is handled by the chefs.” 
The Du family employed several chefs, each specializing in different cuisines. With the household on vacation for the holidays, the remaining chefs were busier than usual since a few had gone home for the New Year. Still, Mrs. Du rarely felt the need to intervene. 
Taking a sip of water, Mrs. Du placed the cup down and turned to Abby. “I wanted to talk to you about something,” she said, her tone more serious. 
Abby raised her eyebrows curiously. “What’s on your mind?” 
Mrs. Du hesitated for a moment. “Do you… still have feelings for Evan?” 
Abby’s smile faded slightly. “Mom, why are you asking me that?” 
The question caught her off guard, though she couldn’t deny it was valid. Did she still have feelings for him? If she was honest, yes—though not as strongly as before. 
Mrs. Du sighed. “I just want to know if seeing him again might stir something in you. Evan’s… complicated. I don’t want you to get hurt again.” 
Abby smiled faintly and reached out to pat her mother’s hand. “Mom, your daughter isn’t as fragile as you think. Sure, it stung a little, but heartbreak doesn’t kill anyone. I’ve learned to love and let go.” 
Mrs. Du studied her daughter for a moment before nodding. “I’m glad to hear that. But after the New Year, I want you to keep an open mind. Look around, see if there’s someone more suitable for you—someone local, here in Huyoniville. You don’t need to 
look far.” 
“Why the sudden push for someone local?” Abby asked, her curiosity piqued. 
Mrs. Du smiled knowingly. “If you marry someone nearby and ever face any trouble, you can come straight home, and your father and I can support you. If you marry far away, it’s not so simple. It would take us hours to get to you.” 
Abby’s eyes narrowed playfully. “Wait a second… You’re not planning to set me up on blind dates during the holidays, are you?” 
Her mother laughed but didn’t deny it outright. 
“Mom, don’t even think about it!” Abby groaned. “I only have ten days off for New Year’s. I’m not spending them going on blind dates!” 
Her company’s annual holiday break lasted from the 26th day of the lunar calendar until the 8th. It was a short window, and Abby had no intention of wasting it. 
“Relax,” Mrs. Du reassured her. “You’re still young. Your father and I aren’t rushing you into marriage. If you like someone, take your time to get to know them. There’s no need to hurry. But don’t give your heart away so quickly like last time.” 
Abby understood the veiled reference to Evan. Her mother was still wary, still protective.