My Ex-Wife Remarried Me novel Chapter 507

Amora arrived in Lostaria.

"Excuse me, may I know how to get to the Tsurka family residence?"

"Might you be asking about Jade Garden?" the Jetroinian girl bowed politely and inquired in return.

Jade Garden? Amora did not know too much about the Tsurkas, but nodded reflexively when she heard that name.

"Yes."

"You should take a taxi and go about three miles in this direction, Miss.When you see a yard full of peonies, you'll know that you're in the right place" said the girl who went on to offer further details.

Amora thanked her promptly before she flagged down a taxi and headed toward the place described.

Peonies? Does Japan have peonies? And an entire garden of it? That was the one question Amora obsessed over the short ride.

After ten minutes or so, her eyes widened in astonishment when greeted with the sight of a sea of deep purple and brilliant red before she steadily alighted.

They really are peonies! Not only that, the entire garden was intricately imbued with an old-world charm.

The walls which enclosed this sea of blossoms were constructed using blue bricks and red tiles, with circular sectors hollowed out at intervals within its wave-like form.

At first impression, she felt like she have stepped into a Chanaean garden back home rather than any place in Japan.

Why would a Jetroinian family employ such an architectural style? That did much to pique Amora's curiosity, and when she came closer, she discovered a sweet voice emanating from the other side of that wall.

"He's being difficult."

"What's the matter? Has he upset you again?"

The discontent conveyed through that delicate voice was followed closely by the gentle inflection of a concerned older male.

The woman sounded mildly miffed, and it was not certain what she was doing before the splashing of water was heard.

"He's not being appreciative at all.The reason why I kept that lass around was because he couldn't seem to move on from her, and now he's cussing at me and even threatening to jump to his death? Is he mental?"

Amora was slightly taken aback.

This voice, doesn't sound that lovely anymore.

After hearing how the demure voice from before had seemingly morphed into that of a mean-spirited and foul-mouthed shrew, Amora could no longer refrain from peering inside through that fan-shaped opening.