Chapter 10: Wrong

Enzo wasn’t the only one paying attention to the woman.

Alex and his whore were also surprised by her appearance here.

They stood by the balcony railing, watching as the belongings were unloaded from the container.

Judging by the looks of it, they were going to stay on the balcony for quite a while.

Enzo smiled wryly.

He took out his phone.

He wasn’t sleepy at all after taking such a long nap during the day, so he could continue waiting.

Eventually, Alex would probably get aroused again, leaving him with no choice but to drag the whore back inside.

Enzo finally got the chance to go back inside.

He let out a sigh of relief, because lying on the chair like that for so long had become uncomfortable.

He wondered what was on the fifth floor, so he went upstairs first, only to find a large swimming pool.

He shook his head.

He had no interest in swimming, so he went back downstairs.

The night passed peacefully, and he slept soundly despite having slept for so long during the day.

For him, sleeping on such a soft mattress was simply much easier.

The next morning, he wondered whether he should go to university, but eventually decided against it.

In his opinion, it wouldn’t be appropriate to wander around outside when he was about to get married.

He stayed in his room.

At eight in the morning, Mr. Joe called him.

"Good morning, Master..."

Enzo was stunned when he heard the old man’s voice.

He was calling him Master?

"Mr. Joe, good morning. Why are you calling me Master?" Enzo asked in confusion.

"You’ll soon be married to Lady. Of course I need to call you Master," Mr. Joe replied.

Enzo rolled his eyes.

He felt a little uncomfortable because he wasn’t used to it, but he wasn’t sure whether he should ask Mr. Joe to stop.

"Master, are you busy today? If not, I’ll come over to see you. I’ll bring a top tailor to make your clothes and even your shoes for the wedding," Mr. Joe continued.

"Really? I’m not busy. You can come whenever you want."

Enzo became excited when he heard that.

"Alright. I’ll probably arrive in about two hours."

"Yeah..." Enzo replied.

Afterward, he immediately took a shower to freshen himself up.

A guest was coming, so he needed to look presentable.

It was rather unusual for the tailor himself to come over.

Perhaps Mr. Joe had considered that it wouldn’t be wise to have Enzo wandering around outside.

After showering and getting dressed, he went downstairs with his hair neatly styled.

His mother had already prepared breakfast at the dining table, so he ate first.

His younger brother had probably already left for school.

As for his father, he was still nowhere to be seen, probably fishing in the river.

Enzo didn’t eat much that morning.

After breakfast, he went out onto the balcony to breathe some fresh air.

He wasn’t too worried about Alex since, at this hour, the man should have already gone to university.

Although Alex might enjoy bullying others, he never skipped classes.

No ambitious person would miss training at that university because once they graduated, they would have to make their own way in the world.

Stretching his body, Enzo stepped onto the balcony.

And once again, he was surprised.

His mother was standing far outside the gate, holding a straw broom.

Enzo was surprised to see her chatting with the straight-haired blonde woman.

It was Alice Howard, who appeared to have just finished jogging. She was wearing long athletic pants and a thin hoodie.

The two of them already seemed quite familiar with each other.

Enzo knew his mother couldn’t possibly have been the one to initiate the conversation.

She wasn’t the type to approach strangers and strike up a conversation unless the other person approached her first.

Since they were neighbors, there was technically nothing strange about it.

Still, Enzo found it odd.

Soon, the woman noticed him and looked at him curiously from a distance.

His mother seemed to introduce him to the woman as well.

Enzo decided to go back inside.

He was someone who trusted his instincts.

Something was wrong.

He just wasn’t sure what.

His uneasy thoughts were soon interrupted by another call on his phone.

When he saw who was calling and realized it was a video call from Miya Stanley, his eyes immediately lit up.

Communication was important.

They might be getting married without any real romantic history, more like an arranged marriage, but without communication, everything would become awkward.

However, because of the difference in their identities, Enzo was somewhat afraid to even send her a message.

He didn’t dare take too long to answer the call, so he accepted it even though he was still standing.

Miya’s beautiful figure appeared on his phone screen.

This time, he found her wearing a thin dress, with her dark purple hair draped over her left shoulder.

She seemed to be sitting behind a desk, though Enzo couldn’t tell whether it was a dining table or a work desk.

Her pale skin, rarely exposed to sunlight, looked completely natural.

Unlike Alice, who looked as though she had gone to great lengths to maintain a doll-like appearance.

Miya’s mature beauty, combined with the aura of someone accustomed to being in control, was practically impossible to grow tired of looking at.

They said that once a man lost his desire, even the most beautiful woman would no longer attract him.

Someone like Alice might eventually fall into that category.

But Miya was different.

Calling her a queen wasn’t an exaggeration at all.

Her presence naturally inspired admiration in anyone who saw her.

Even without love or desire, a man would still find her overwhelmingly impressive.

Being able to embrace her would feel like winning the entire world.

"It seems you’re still so nervous around me. You haven’t even sent me a single message."

The woman spoke with a smile on her otherwise cold face.

The truth was, Enzo hadn’t even known how to greet her.

And apparently, that was exactly what she was commenting on.

"Yeah... I’ve never dated anyone before, so I don’t really know how I’m supposed to act."

He had to force himself to speak.

If he were also in his thirties, even without any dating experience, he might have been more confident.

At that age, a person would probably be less nervous about everything.

"First experiences are always difficult. It’s normal for you to have trouble revealing that naughty side men have."

Miya replied while giving a slight nod.

Enzo was somewhat stunned by that.

’That naughty side...’

Any man, as long as he possessed a man’s soul, naturally had one.

For someone like him, however, such thoughts were usually kept buried deep inside his own mind.