Game Over No Second Chances

Chapter 350

The villa Hugh had prepared was located near the city centre, nestled in a rare pocket of land carved out from the surrounding high-rises. The area was known as The Havencrest Villa Estate, which was also known as The Haven.

As they entered, the first thing Serena noticed was the peace and quiet.

Inside and outside the walls, lush greenery shimmered under a light drizzle. On the left was a misty lake; on the right stood rows of unique, stand-alone villas and gardens, each meticulously maintained and worth a fortune.

Hugh parked the car in front of one of the lakeside villas.

The ivy clinging to the walls hadn't been trimmed yet. The grand Eathalian-style courtyard, paired with the vintage villa, made it feel like they'd stepped back in time.

With Snuggle drowsily curled up in her arms, Serena couldn't help but marvel. "It's hard to believe this was built in recent years."

"It was designed by a master architect from Eathaly. But if you don't like the elaborate decor, I can have it redone," Hugh said as he stepped out of the car.

The maids, butler, and driver were already waiting nearby, silently standing by for orders.

Serena nearly clicked her tongue in disbelief.

of a renowned Eathaly designer. Was he seriously suggesting tearing it all

waste that

in blue and white, but this

need to

saw her expression soften, as if she genuinely liked it. He patiently dismissed the

didn't exactly match modern tastes. But once inside, the interior leaned more contemporary. It felt

perked up. His round eyes peeked out from Serena's arms and glanced around. He let out a soft meow

onto the back of a

moved to stop him, but Hugh gently caught her hand

one. This is going to be our matrimonial home. Snuggle will be living here for a

words "matrimonial home", Serena froze for

warned her that pets would only destroy her carefully

"What if he doesn't just scratch the couch but

really never

in her voice and the flicker of confusion in her

of a failed relationship, but the memories still clung to her like a dull blade, slow