Married at First Sight

Chapter 40

Zachary and Serenity were merely a married couple on paper anyway. Even if the alcohol was getting to Zachary’s head, he did not need Serenity to tend to him. God knew if she would take advantage of him while he was intoxicated.

At the age of thirty, Zachary had not lost his first kiss to anyone.

Much less, had the sanctity of his modesty violated.

Romance had never been in the cards for Zachary.

Nana often called him a loveless and passionless man, but because of his lackluster expectation toward love, Zachary married Serenity to get Nana off his back.

Despite searching all his pockets, Zachary could not find his house keys. He said, “… Jim, maybe you should wake the missus.”

It appeared that he had left home without his keys.

The bodyguard immediately pounded on the door.

Although Serenity was asleep, she was a light sleeper, and the pounding woke her up. She pricked up her ears and realized someone was at the door. As she got up to see who it was, it dawned on her that she was in her pajamas. Serenity pulled out a winter jacket from the

the door. With the door swung open, Zachary and Jim were stunned to see Serenity in a thick

and nights were breezy, but it was still sweltering during

seem like the right occasion to put on a winter

driver from a chauffeuring service. Your husband is drunk, so I walked him

to think on his feet and come up with a lie. He handed Zachary along

over by a mule. Zachary was

Zachary before slipping away. After closing and locking the door, Serenity steadied Zachary’s staggering footsteps as they walked into the house. She nagged at him, “Why did

quiet but whined inwardly instead, Whose fault was it anyway?

on

is off-limits. This is as far as I can go. You’re on your own. Wait until tomorrow to take a shower. I fear

to his room and stumbled in. He stopped after a few steps and slowly turned around to

alcohol was making him

have time to get dressed, so I put on a jacket to

and shut the door

bang, the door cut the

off the jacket and murmured, “The heat’s killing