Marry into Money by Accident novel Chapter 31

With her belly filled, Lianne enjoyed a good night’s rest.

Her alarm clock set for six o’clock in the morning failed to wake her. By the time she opened her eyes, it was half past nine.

The night-long rain finally stopped, and the sun was high on the horizon outside her window.

Behind the floor-to-ceiling window, the view of the turquoise lake and shimmering snow mountain was a visual feast for Lianne. Her mind and body were in a great place.

Prior to her arrival at the highlands, Lianne had read a lot of posts online about the healing of the mind and soul during travels to high-altitude areas.

It was a story Lianne did not buy, but her firsthand experience convinced her.

The life of the urbanites revolved around work, studies, and reels. It was not a bad idea to stay in a place like the highlands on occasion to relax and get away from it all for a week or two.

While lost in her thoughts, the sudden doorbell startled Lianne.

Worried it might be Willow again, Lianne first checked through the peephole. She opened the door upon realizing it was Dr. Leah on the other side.

Dr. Leah led the server into the room. The server wheeled in a cart with a sumptuous breakfast and chicken soup.

With a smile, Dr. Leah said, “Lianne, I made you chicken soup. It’s a home recipe. Have the soup and then your breakfast. I’ll redress your wound after. Zane said you should focus on your recovery. You don’t have to go around with him until you’re all better.”

“Okay.” Lianne nodded in agreement. Her recovery was essential to perform better at her work.

Lianne’s three meals were delivered straight to her room in the next few days. Lianne believed she had put on some weight.

The injury on her arm was patching up well after about a month of rest, but the itch from the regrowth of skin kept her up at night.

Unable to sleep, Lianne went out for a stroll. To her surprise, she opened the door to catch a whiff of a faint minty smell of cigarette.

It was a scent exclusive to Zane’s cigarettes and unlike the strong and uncomfortable smell of regular cigarettes.

Lianne picked her head up and turned to the source of the smell. It was Zane, and it had been a

month since she last saw him.