Serenity and Zachary York novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18

“I wasn’t at the shop tonight. My friend wanted to attend a dinner party and asked me to tag along. Oh, right. Mr. York, I want to ask you about something, but I’m not sure if it’s something you‘re comfortable answering.”

Taking the seat opposite Zachary, Serenity stared at the man with her big bright eyes. The man was aloof, distant, and nasty toward her. She knew he built a wall around him to keep nobody out but her.

However, he was blessed with good looks. His face was aesthetically pleasing as if she was looking at a beautiful scenery.

“The party was held at the Wiltspoon Hotel. I heard the hotel belongs to the wealthiest family in the city. Guess what? The heir of the family attended tonight too. His last name is York, but I think you‘re unrelated to that family, right?”

Without batting an eye, Zachary blasély replied, “We were related five hundred years ago.”

Serenity heaved a sigh of relief and responded with a smile, “I knew you have no relations to the wealthiest family in town.”

Seeing that she was glad and relieved, Zachary somehow had to ask, “Don’t you want me to be related to them?”

“It’s nighttime now.”

Serenity added with a smirk, “Quit daydreaming.”

“If you’re linked to the wealthy Yorks, would you marry a stranger like me? Without a doubt, the Yorks are the crème de la crème in the social hierarchy, and I’m way at the bottom of the barrel. Even if you’re only a cousin of the uncle to the grandfather of the family’s heir, I’d think you’re out of my league. I wouldn’t feel comfortable living together.

“Since you have no relations to the wealthy York, I don’t feel the strain as we run in the same circle.”

Zachary pursed his lips without a word.

“Your Nana said you work at a major corporation. Have you heard about the heir to York Corporation? He was there tonight. People were all over him as if he was the king. Jasmine and I had to get on our tiptoes, but we couldn’t get a look at his face.”

Zachary kept his lips tightly pressed with his brooding and icy eyes.

“He’s the head of the York family. We‘re not living in romance fiction. It takes time for a successor to mature and prove his worth in taking over the family business. They’d be at least thirty-five before that can happen. That’s reaching middle age. To a young girl like me, that’s old.”