Serenity and Zachary York novel Chapter 169

Chapter 169

It was eleven o‘clock at night by the time Serenity closed the shop. She rode her e–bike home.

“Drive safe, Serenity.” The female store owner from next door graciously said. Serenity replied with a smile, “I will.” Watching Serenity‘s receding figure, the female store owner muttered, “She‘s such an independent child with a sad past. It was a good thing she stood up to her bloodsucking relatives and refused to succumb to their

absurd demands.

“Just watch her. Serenity will rise above all the bad. Her good fortune is written in the stars, and she‘s bound for success. Things are difficult before they are easy. Those who picked on her will be sorry.” The female store owner then glanced at her husband and pursed her lips. “You‘re always into the mystic mumbo jumbo. Why don‘t you start a business on fortune telling or something? Why don‘t you give me a reading? When will I be rich?

“Hurry up and move the stuff into the shop so we can close for the day. We should wash up and get some sleep.” It was unlikely that her husband would be an expert at

reading tarot cards after flipping through a few books on astrology. Anyone could be a fortune teller if it were that easy.

Serenity reached home at half past eleven at night. She opened the door to the house and was welcomed by darkness. Since Zachary was not home yet, she left the door unlocked

The huge house was only occupied by the duo. The place appeared rather deserted as the couple were often at work.

Feeling a little hungry, Serenity went into the kitchen and opened the fridge to check for existing ingredients. In the end, she took out butter, milk, and parmesan cheese to make a nice plate of macaroni and cheese.

Following a rattle at the door, Serenity came out of the kitchen and watched Zachary enter the house.

“You‘re back, Mr. York.”

Zachary turned his head around to look at her and hummed a response. After locking the door behind him, he approached her and asked, “Did you just get back?” “Jasmine had to leave early, so I was on duty at the shop tonight. I usually get home at half–past eleven at night. I‘m making mac and cheese for supper. Do you want some?” Zachary shook his head. “No, thank you.” Food and drinks were served during his social