The couple walked down the stairs together. Zachary went for his morning run while Serenity rode her e-bike to the market. She was mounting the bike when Zachary reminded her, “Get extra groceries to bring to your shop. You can cook your lunch. You should stop ordering takeout.”

“Got it.”

“I’ll have the Wiltspoon Hotel deliver meals to you every day if I catch you with another takeout.”

Serenity turned her head to shoot him an angry look. “Squanderer!”

Zachary made a wry face.

Not too far away, the bodyguard, who pretended to pass by, nearly snickered after overhearing Serenity.

Refusing to spend another minute with the squanderer, Serenity rode her bike away.

“The girl doesn’t know what’s good for her!” Zachary waited until she was long gone before making that snide comment.

Serenity looked around the marketplace and bought a lot of fresh vegetables and long-lasting melons to stuff the fridge. The potatoes, carrots, and onions were placed in a ventilated bag on the flo