When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1791 The Antique Bed

Within the spacious bedroom, there stood an antique bed.

Rather than calling it a bed, it would be more apt to describe it as a room.

She once heard that the young ladies of ancient times never left their beds. At the time, she was quite curious, wondering if they really spent all their time in bed without moving around.

Upon seeing the bed her grandparents had prepared for her, she finally understood how it worked. Some beds were as large as rooms, complete with amenities like a vanity, a washstand, and so forth.

The creation of such a bed was said to have begun even before the daughter was born.

At the very least, it would take five years to complete the project.

As for its worth, it naturally couldn't be measured in monetary terms. Cecilia stepped inside and lay on the bed, finding it very comfortable.

She couldn't help but wonder that if she hadn't been taken and sent to an orphanage, she would have perhaps grown up in a loving home.

Unfortunately, there were no what-ifs.

As Cecilia regained her thoughts, she felt that her current situation could be considered fortunate. At the very least, she managed to be reunited with her family.

She wasn't tired at the moment. Now that she was there, she could call Vivian to check on her.

Cecilia made a phone call, and before long, the other party picked up.

"Ceci."

"Vivian, I've arrived in Drocver. How are you doing?" Cecilia asked.

When Vivian heard the question, she took a deep breath. "I'm okay. It's just that..."

She was on the verge of speaking but then hesitated.

"What exactly is it?"

"Wait a moment."

After Vivian finished speaking, she walked out to the balcony. She closed the floor-to-ceiling doors behind her before saying, "It's just that Zachary followed me here."

She had come over primarily to avoid the Sinclair family, but unexpectedly, Zachary had actually followed her.

"Why did he come? Did something happen?" Cecilia asked.noveldrama

Vivian shook her head. "How would I know what has gotten into him? All I'm

thinking about now is how to send him packing."

As she spoke, her gaze drifted toward the interior of the room.

At that moment, Zachary was still sitting on the living room couch.

Vivian was afraid that he might suddenly come over and overhear her conversation with Cecilia.

After exchanging a few quick words with Cecilia, she ended the call.

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As expected, Zachary came over and leaned lazily against the wall pulling open the glass door with hand. He asked Vivian, "Who were you calling?"

He felt that something was off with Vivian. The latter even had to avoid him when making a simple phone call.

Could it be that she's calling Eric?

Zachary recalled how he had finally managed to find Vivian on his first day there. He had seen her dining with Eric. As they laughed and chatted, their chemistry was unmistakable.

Vivian gripped her phone tightly. "Why does it concern you?"

"How can it not concern me? I am your husband after all."

"In name only," Vivian snapped as she walked in.

Zachary was somewhat frustrated. "What do you mean by just in name? Can

there be any possibility of intimacy if it's just in name?"

As soon as he said those words, a blush instantly spread across Vivian's face.

"What are you babbling about?” she whispered.

Zachary didn't notice her shyness as he hammered on his point. "I don't care. You already have me. Now, you have to take responsibility for me."

Vivian hadn't expected him to be so shameless.

"Just go away."

She decided to leave in a huff, but Zachary grabbed her hand. "Where are you going?"

For reasons unknown, he had grown somewhat fearful of Vivian.

"I'm going to get a drink," Vivian said, sounding a bit annoyed. She pulled her hand away and poured herself a glass of water. After taking a sip, she asked him, "When are you planning to return to Tudela?"