Chapter 19

“I’m taking a trip back to my hometown after meeting your parents this weekend. I want to chop down a few bamboos to make the rails.”

Zachary replied faintly, “No need, I’ll get someone to install the rails tomorrow.”

The lady of the York house wanted to go all the way to her hometown to chop down some bamboo and haul them back for laundry-airing purposes. The only person who could come up with this is Serenity.

“Sure. Thanks.”

“This is also my home.”

“Yeah,” Serenity answered before carrying her laundry to her bedroom. She pushed open her bedroom door before turning around to look at Zachary. “If you want, you can leave your dirty clothes out after shower. I’ll wash your clothes when I’m doing my laundry.”

“It’s fine. Thank you. I’ll get someone to deliver two washing machines tomorrow. It’d be easy to have a washing machine in each of our bathrooms.”

“Alright. Tell me how much you pay for the washing machines. I’ll split with you.”

not let him foot the bill for the washing machines too

cost a lot. I can afford a few thousands. Besides, they’re

she thought he was horrible with household planning, Zachary added. “I’m usually busy with work, so I send my clothes to

incapability of managing a house, but simply because Zachary did not take a lot of things into account, nor is he knowledgeable about quotidian needs. For the past thirty years, he had lived in true fashion the comfortable life of an

was something he had

“Got it.”

due to their busy schedule. They

some early

entered her room before shutting and locking the door behind

believed she was keeping her guard up against him. Nevertheless, Zachary soon realized they were even since he too locked his bedroom door and closed the window

way, they had

her boundaries while he set his. They respected one another and

him to

out his phone to call Sam, the butler. With the call connecting, Zachary: solemnly instructed, “Sam, get two washing machines delivered

expensive or

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