Noble Husband At the Door (Antonio) novel Chapter 79

In their room, although Yvonne had a gut feeling that Samuel’s house would not be as luxurious as Fred’s, she was still curious about the location of the place. Their unit was on the sixth floor now, and they had to climb the stairs every single day. The exercise just wore their bones down quickly. Even if the house was not in an area as nice as Fred's, she would be happy if i t had an elevator.

"Are you still going to keep it a secret around me?" Yvonne asked her husband.

"You actually see it every day," he replied, smiling.

“Every day?” Yvonne frowned. Disappointment tinged her chest. If it was a place she saw every day, it would likely be confined to the boundaries of their residential area. If so, her dreams of not having to climb the stairs every damn day were dashed.

"Oh, right. Do you have any plans for tomorrow?" he asked. "It's a Sunday."

"I already promised to go shopping with Linda. I have t o remedy the pain you inflicted upon her," she said, glaring at him.

Samuel did not know whether to laugh or cry. Had Linda not recovered from that incident?

The next day, the couple heard yelling noises from the living room the moment they woke up. Lydia was

cursing like a drunken sailor so early in the morning. Who was making her angry this time?

"Mom, what are you doing? Who offended you?" Yvonne walked into the living room with bedraggled hair. She checked the clock; it was not even 6.00am.

Lydia’s features were twisted in fury. "Your Aunt Flora has gone barking mad!" she snarled.

"Mad?" Yvonne was alert all of the sudden. She asked," What's wrong? What happened to her?"

The first possibility that came to Yvonne's mind was that they used her craziness as an excuse to not return the money, but it did not seem probable. This excuse was too outrageous, even for a madwoman.

"The money got stolen, and she called me asking if I was the one who hired someone to steal it from them. As if! She's crazy!" Lydia was so furious that she wanted to throttle Flora over the phone. She was upset enough that she had lent the two hundred thousand bucks, and had lost quite a few good nights’ sleep over the matter. The thought of the money was still a constant pinprick by her side, and they had the gall to bare their teeth at her now that they lost the money!

"They're nuts." Yvonne managed to rein in her temper, but it flared up a beat later. "Mom, do you think she's lying?"

While he was arranging the pillows, he noticed that the scissors were gone. His lips unknowingly curled at the corners.

Throughout these three years, Yvonne had thought that Samuel did not know that she hid scissors beneath the pillow, but she forgot that he was the one who always changed their sheets. 1 "Don't tell me I’ll get an opportunity to sleep with her o n the bed soon?" Samuel muttered to himself. Then he shook his head and buried the notion at the back of his mind. He had just been couched two nights ago; he did not want to be chased out of the house.

They went for the morning jog, taking the same route they always did, resting at the same resting spot.

When Yvonne slowed down and stopped, she looked toward Cloudridge Hill. She saw that renovations were underway at Hillside Villa. "Why did the renovation start early today?" she murmured, curious.

"The owners are probably eager to move in,” Samuel said, smiling.

Yvonne nodded. The owners were likely to be excited about staying in their new luxurious villa. Rumors said that a sea of clouds submerged Hillside Villa on a misty day. It would definitely be a sight to behold.

"You asked me where the secondhand house is, right?" Samuel suddenly said to Yvonne.