Chapter 852 Climbing Up The Mountain

Zachary coughed, and the room fell silent.

He then led Vivian into his room.

Vivian panicked. “Zachary, you jerk, what are you planning to do? I'll call the police!”

Zachary furrowed his brows, releasing her and swiftly closing the door behind him. “I'm not that desperate.”

Vivian let out a sigh of relief.

That's true. Zachary has never been interested in me; he surely won't do anything to me.

“Then why did you bring me into your room?” she asked.

He sat down, gazing up at her with a rare seriousness. “Vivian,” he began, “regardless of anything else, we are an engaged couple in the eyes of others. I don't want people to think I'm cuckolded. If you truly have feelings for that pretty boy, you should tell Grandpa.”

Only then did Vivian realize that he had misunderstood.

“Are you crazy? There's no hot water kettle in my room. I asked the landlord, and he said there's more in Eric's room.”

“Where's the hot water kettle?” Zachary didn't buy her excuse. If she's telling the truth, why was she acting so sneaky when she came out just now?

Vivian wasn't afraid of him misunderstanding, but more so that he'd go around spreading rumors. Therefore, she felt compelled to explain further, “The door to Eric's room was open. When I went in earlier, he was taking a shower.”

Zachary fell silent, realization dawning upon him.

No wonder... But I thought Vivian's a pervert.

“Then you can use the one in my room. I don't really need it anyway,” Zachary offered, in a rare gentlemanly manner.

Vivian took the kettle, thanked him, and then left.

After she left, the commotion next door finally ceased, allowing Zachary to sleep peacefully.

The following day, at the crack of dawn, everyone living next door to Lucille and Mason wore looks of exhaustion.

Vivian also yawned.