novelHousewarming Party (7)
| ← Ch.096 | Ch.098 → |
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The man walking over was a besuited elder; he looked extremely cultured.
'He must be the owner of this villa. '?Yvette Larson panicked inwardly. ?'The owner has found out about us trespassing on his private property!'?
She could imagine just how terrifying the consequences would be.
The elder walked up to Yvette Larson and reached out to open her door.
By now, Yvette Larson was so frightened that she had clamped her eyes shut, trying to avoid the owner at all costs.
She was truly terrified. ?'Finn has really gone too far with his joke this time. How am I supposed to clean up this mess?'
She heard the car door being pulled open."Ma'am, please get out."
Just as Yvette Larson thought that she would be lambasted, she unexpectedly heard the word 'Ma'am. '
Yvette Larson wondered if she was hallucinating because of her nerves.
"Ma'am, is there something I've done wrong?"
Only after hearing that word for the second time was she now certain that she wasn't hallucinating. Someone had indeed addressed her as 'Ma'am. '
She opened her eyes slowly and looked at the owner beside her, who was smiling kindly at her.
"D-did you call me 'Ma'am'?"
The owner nodded."I've been waiting for the both of you for a long time. Ma'am, please get out of the car and have a look around the villa."
'Sir? Ma'am? What is going on?'?Yvette Larson was still full of questions when her husband walked over.
"Go prepare something to eat, " he ordered the elder, who backed away respectfully.
"Finn, what's going on?" Yvette Larson's palm was drenched in sweat. She felt as though her whole world was being turned upside-down.
"This is our house. Do you like it?" Finn Taylor pointed at the villa at Number One Pacific Heights.
"Y-you mean that this is the house you bought?"
"Yes."
"Who was that person?" Yvette Larson was in a daze. ?'If Finn is the owner of Number One Pacific Heights, who was that man?'
"He's our butler. Didn't he address you as 'Ma'am?'"
"B-butler?" Yvette Larson felt as though she was dreaming. ?'We have a butler?'
"Number One Pacific Heights isn't just this villa; it includes the whole peak of Pacific Heights. Every tree, flower, and rock belongs to us. It'll be a mess if we don't have a butler."
Yvette Larson was speechless; she didn't even know what to say. ?'The most expensive and luxurious villa in all of San Francisco is mine! I'm so lucky to have everything here. '
"Let's go and see whether you like the decor in our house." Finn Taylor offered his hand like a gentleman.
Although Yvette Larson still found everything incredulous, she reluctantly accepted it. She stretched her hand out and got out of the car, her hand in her husband's.
As the couple entered the villa, the first thing that greeted them was a photo. It was humongous—measuring 10mx20m.
It was a wedding photo of Finn Taylor and Yvette Larson. While Finn Taylor was smiling widely in the photo, Yvette Larson had a blank expression.
This had been taken the day before their wedding. At that time, Yvette Larson had hated the idea of marrying the other. It was only because of the late Old Master's order that she had been forced to accept this marriage. As such, she didn't even try to put up a happy front while taking her wedding photos.
She had never expected her husband to treasure this photo so much that he had even hung it up here even though she had been very unwilling to take this photo.
It was only when she saw this wedding photo hanging here that she finally believed that this house belonged to her and Finn Taylor.
"Take it away." Finn Taylor's face was plastered with a smile as he looked at the wedding photo.
However, his wife had suddenly said those three words.
Finn Taylor was taken aback but didn't probe her any further."Uncle Sam, take that wedding photo down."
'Uncle Sam' was the butler Finn Taylor was talking about. The former walked over without a word and immediately did as the latter said.
After the wedding photo was taken down, Yvette Larson finally asked her husband, "Do you like it?"
"Yes, it's our wedding photo. It's the most beautiful photo in the world."
"But the bride wasn't smiling."
"As long as the groom works hard, she will one day."
"Alright. Let's retake a wedding photo—one where I'm smiling—and hang it here. How's that?"
Finn Taylor was stunned. He never thought that this would be the reason his wife had asked him to remove this photo.
"Ok." Finn Taylor was overjoyed and answered quickly. He then brought his wife to take a look at all the rooms.
She was pleased with the decor style her husband had chosen for them.
The couple stood on the balcony, looking out at the view over San Francisco.
Yvette Larson suddenly asked her husband a question."Last time, you said that your money came from the late Old Master, and I believed you. But how are you going to explain this house? It's impossible that this was bought with the late Old Master's money. Even if you gather the entire Larson family's assets, we would never be able to afford this villa. This must mean that the money has always been yours."
Yvette Larson's gaze was sharp as she stared at her husband."I won't ask you where you got all this money from, but I hope to see a different you—one where you don't just tolerate everything because of me."
Yvette Larson wasn't a fool. In fact, she was a strong and independent woman.
Finn Taylor having so much money only meant one thing—he had been a big shot before their marriage. However, he had chosen to tolerate all that humiliation just for her sake.
Yvette Larson's heart ached whenever she saw her husband acting that way. She didn't like the current Finn Taylor. She wanted her husband to be a heroic young man who could protect her.
"Alright, I promise you." Finn Taylor picked up his wife's hand and made a solemn promise.
...
Time flew by, and the tenth arrived.
It was the day of Yvette Larson's housewarming party.
The entire Larson family had already gathered at their grandpa's house while Yvette Larson's classmates had gathered at Gavin Kleine's house.
Finn Taylor had already discussed the matter with the managers of Pacific Heights and had sent two buses from Pacific Heights to pick all their guests up.
As for Linda James and Francis Larson, it was only right that Finn Taylor and his wife personally took them to their new house.
Linda James pursed her lips after getting into the car."Heh, I don't understand why Yvette lets you drive such a nice car. You don't even make any contributions to our family, yet you get to drive a luxury car and live in a new house. Finn Taylor, we must've accumulated eight lifetimes' worth of bad luck to have a matrilocal son-in-law like you."
| ← Ch. 096 | Ch. 098 → |