Doll 1770

Chapter 1770 Visiting The Cemetery

Meanwhile, behind the wheel, Vivian didn't know where to go-Zachary hadn't told her where they were going. With no clear destination, she simply kept driving, letting the open road decide their path.

Usually a chatterbox, Zachary was uncharacteristically silent today, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the window, lost in thoughts she couldn't decipher.

Several times, Vivian opened her mouth, wanting to offer him some words of comfort, but each time, she hesitated. In the end, the words remained lodged in her throat.

She had never been skilled at consoling others. All she could do was quietly accompany him, hoping he would find his own way to heal.

"Take a right turn ahead." Zachary finally spoke.

"Okay." Vivian did as told.

Following his directions, Vivian continued driving until the road narrowed into a secluded, winding path.

From a distance, she noticed a cemetery nestled halfway up the hill.

"You can stop here," Zachary said quietly.

"Okay."

a halt, and he stepped out. Vivian followed suit, closing the door behind her before making her way to

this?" she

family cemetery," Zachary replied, his

step behind him, remaining

of tombstones until Zachary finally stopped in front of one. Here, a couple lay

the left, one on the right. The man and woman

far too soon, their lives

gaze locked onto the etched portraits of his parents. His expression remained unreadable as he softly called out,

beside him and spoke. "I'm Vivian, Zachary's

to large gatherings-had alwaysbeen considerate, allowing her to return to the

slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. "Why

do you mean? I'm just stating facts. I am your wife, so of course, I have to introduce

found himself gazing at Vivian's cherubic face, and for reasons he couldn't quite understand, a rare smile tugged at the corners of

Vivian had thought Zachary's smile carried an air of arrogance, almost insincere. But today, she

to the tombstones, Zachary spoke with quiet conviction. "Yes, she's my wife now. I've

through, rustling the leaves and brushing against his

almost as if his

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