Zachary took the breakfast that Jim packed and placed them on the dining table. He had second thoughts and entered the kitchen again.

He was brewing hot cocoa for Serenity.

“I thought you made the breakfast yourself, but it turned out to be takeouts.”

A teasing voice came through and Zachary did not even need to look back to know that it was his nana, neither did he say anything.

“What are you making? It smells sweet and chocolatey.”

Grandma May walked into the kitchen, uncovered the saucepan, and took a look.

“I thought there was some progress.”

The old woman muttered and glanced at her grandson in disdain before turning to leave.

Zachary’s handsome face tensed. He could not help but defend himself, “I tried very hard.”

There was originally a chance last night, but God played a trick on him.

“The heart. You have to go after the heart first. Didn’t you see that all of Serenity’s ten fingers are still empty?”

Zachary was speechless.

He tried very hard to go after her heart.