Noble Husband At the Door (Antonio) novel Chapter 102

Samuel remained silent and drove straight into the mountainside. Yvonne was at a loss of words. She had so many questions but did not know how to ask them.

He actually drove the car into Clouridge! He actually drove the car to the mountainside!

Although Yvonne had never been to Clouridge, she had heard others mention many rules about the area.

Each independent villa had its own private land. Anyone who trespassed without the owner's consent would be an offender.

The villa area was developed and managed by the Skye’s of Cloud City. No one dared to risk offending the Skye family by breaking the rules of the area.

The only explanation for him being able to enter, then, was that he was owned the place.

When Samuel opened the passenger door, Yvonne was still stunned. She did not dare to get out of the car yet, afraid that she would step on someone else’s turf if she got out of the car.

"Is it that difficult to come home and have a look around?" Samuel chuckled.

"My....home?" Yvonne's eyes were filled with confusion and she could not believe it. That was her house? How could it be? That was a mountainside

villa, the most luxurious and expensive villa in the entire Cloud City.

Grandmother Sue had dreamed of living in Cloudridge. Only by living here could she truly integrate into Cloud City's high-class society, but...

It was all very surreal to Yvonne, like a dream...a day dream!

Samuel retrieved the keys and continued, "This is our home, go try it for yourself."

Yvonne got out of the car. Her hands were shaking as she held the keys. She only managed to move her feet as she watched Samuel walk toward the door.

Her heart was churning, even her head was foggy.

"Try to see if you can open it," Samuel instructed.

Yvonne took a deep breath. Sweat accumulated on her palms. With her hands trembling, she could not insert the key to the key hole for a very long time.

On the south of the living room, a huge mural occupied almost a third of the front wall.

It was a wedding photo. The man and woman on it did not look happy, instead, the woman looked serious, with a strong sense of resignation and dissatisfaction.

The man, however, revealed a hint of bitterness in his shallow, seemingly helpless smile.

Yvonne still remembered that after the arranged marriage, the old man forced her and Samuel to take wedding photos. That step was just a standard procedure for Yvonne, she did not bother to see the finished product, nor did she display any photos of her and Samuel at home.

Unexpectedly, Samuel kept the wedding photo form three years ago. She had almost forgotten about this matter.

Tears filled her eyes, overflowed, and glid on her cheeks like a broken string of a pearl necklace.

Yvonne squatted on the ground and cried out.

Samuel smiled with happiness as he looked at the south wall. The photo was left to collect dust when it should be hung in the house three years ago.