Feasting his eyes on the balcony garden, Zachary uttered faintly, “You can grow the whole yard with roses when we move into a bungalow. When they grow and climb the walls, the full bloom is a sight to behold.”

Serenity replied with a smile, “The price of properties has skyrocketed to an all-time high. I can’t even scrape together the deposit for a studio apartment, let alone a bungalow.”

Of course, Serenity had considered getting a bungalow… in her dreams.

Anyone would’ve wanted to live in a bungalow if they had the means to do so. Privacy was guaranteed in the standalone building.

An apartment was not exactly the perfect sanctuary as the walls were not thick enough to soundproof from upstairs and downstairs.

Zachary held his tongue.

The place they were staying now was a last-minute purchase before their marriage.

He had been staying in a huge mansion prior to this.

“Mr. York, get some breakfast. I’ll join you after I’m done watering the flowers.”

“Sure.” Zachary turne