WantNovelChapter 395
When Zander was eight years old, he lost his parents in an accident. Since he was an outsider, no one in the
village felt obligated to step in, as everyone was poor and couldn't afford to have another child in their house.
However, the villagers helped arrange the funeral for Zander's parents, burying them, and taking turns hosting
the poor child for meals.
Zander ate at various households in Hoover's Village for six months before being sent to an orphanage in the
city. Later, he returned to the village once and gave the villagers a lot of money.
Now, his son had transformed the entire village inside and out. The villagers knew Zander's son was also a
wealthy businessman in the city, but they seldom saw him.
When Nathaniel cto Hoover Village to donate the villas, he only appeared briefly at the opening ceremony,
and left right after the ceremony without even giving a speech, efficient and brisk.
Now, he suddenly returned for Spring, bringing his wife with him, which stirred excitement in the village. People
cto see Nathaniel.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNormally, Nathaniel's cold demeanor would mean he'd be furious at being watched like a rare animal. Instead,
he handed out good cigarettes and even expensive cigars to the elders, and shared chocolates with the children.
One thing he was reluctant about was letting people see his wife. He excused that she was shy and newly
married, he let Freya show her face briefly before having her rest in the bedroom upstairs.
Freya laid by the window, watching the crowd in the yard and Nathaniel chatting with them, finding it surreal.
She moved away from the window and laid on the bed. It was heated by warm water pipes underneath and
topped with a soft mattress. It was very comfortable.
As she laid there, looking at the wedding decorations on the ceiling, she suddenly realized something. She
quickly turned to look at the window, noticing the
wedding-themed decor
she
had previously missed.
Sunlight streamed in, and the new cotton quilt emitted a faint scent of wormwood in front of her, a wedding
photo in a glass frhung on the wall. She remembered not having a dedicated wedding photo shoot with
Nathaniel. The wedding was rushed, so they used a set from their engagement three years ago, a twhen
they were still happy.
One of the most satisfactory photos from that shoot hung in the room. Freya looked at the woman in the photo,
smiling sweetly with her arm around Nathaniel's, and felt a bit disoriented, as if she were looking at a stranger,
not herself.
She closed her eyes, listening to the lively sounds from the yard, feeling a rare sense of relaxation. Before long,
she fell asleep.
Freya was awakened by the sound of firecrackers outside. It had been a long tsince she'd heard such intense
sounds in the city.
Rubbing her eyes, she sat up, noticing a new long woolen blanket with a tacky wedding emblem on it had been
placed over her.
She suspected that all the decorations inside and out were arranged by Tammy, who was down-to-earth and with
a touch of cheerful rustic charm.
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