Married at First Sight

With a raised brow, Serenity looked at him.

“You need money to buy things. This card is for you. The PIN is…”

Zachary looked for a pen and paper and wrote the PIN down before handing it to Serenity.

“You can use the card for household expenses. I’ll transfer the money into the account every month when my wages are in, but you need to keep track of whatever you buy. I don’t mind you spending the money, but I need to know what it’s spent on.”

Back when they got the marriage license, Serenity had asked him whether they should go halves on the expenses, to which Zachary shot down. Since they were a married couple, they were family. He did not mind giving her money.

Zachary had more money than he could count and could not put a figure to his assets. He barely had time to spend the money as he was often busy at work. At least, his wife could now help him use some of it.

Nevertheless, it did not mean that Zachary wanted to be taken advantage of. He had to watch out as Serenity was a scheming girl in his eyes.

He had no problems with Serenity squandering the money on the house.

Serenity could not stand Zachary’s attitude and conduct.

She slid the debit card, alongside the paper with the PIN, back to Zachary. She did not even spare a glance at the PIN.

“Mr. York, you’re not the only one in the house. I’m living here too. You bought the house, so I save on rent by living here. I can’t let you pay for the house expenditure too. I’ll pay for whatever’s needed for the house.

“I’ll discuss with you if the cost of a household item exceeds two thousand bucks. You can chip in whatever amount you see fit.”

There was no

his money, but his attitude rubbed her the wrong way. He made it seem like she was after his money and even told her to keep track of

for a moment before pushing the debit card and PIN-written paper toward Serenity. Softening his tone, he said, “I know you own a shop, but how much can you make? You said it yourself that this is our home. You’re part of it and so am I. How can I let you shoulder all the

car? Do you need my help to pay

bookshop at the entrance of Wiltspoon School. Surely, she

bike. The traffic in Wiltspoon is horrible during rush hour. My two-wheeled ride is better than a

was lost

She was right.

the rush hour

hour when he had to leave for an emergency. The gridlock traffic would make him wish he took his private jet out instead.

You can drive on the weekends

her sister. The

each other well. I don’t feel comfortable using your money to buy a car. I have enough savings to

a preferential difference between men and women; women would usually

you’re away on business. I’ll take you

“Sure,” Zachary answered.

papers, but he did not have

done your

Serenity threw a question

it covered.”

were normally sent to

pursed her lips without saying a word more.

tidied up