Noble Husband At the Door

Chapter 27

"You got new wheels?"

Samuel walked toward the general store after he parked the car on the street right by the store, and the

owner greeted him with a smile and those words.

"It's almost summer so it'll be hot."

The owner automatically took out a pack of cigarettes that he usually smoked. However, the A6 did not

quite match Samuel's entire appearance. "Do you want to switch your smoke brand?" the owner asked.

"No need," Samuel replied. "I'll save money for petrol."

The owner shook his head, wearing a rueful smile." You won’t save money for petrol by smoking.”

"A penny saved is a penny earned. I’d be labeled a failure otherwise." Samuel opened the pack and

offered the owner a cigarette.

The owner extended a hand at the same time, a lighter in his grip. The duo’s actions complemented

each other seamlessly, as though there was an invisible thread of understanding between them. This

understanding had been carved through time. It had been three years, after all.

The owner huffed, releasing vague rings of smoke. "I knew you weren't any regular joe from the start.

You're like a tiger. Just waiting, waiting, waiting. And

when you pounce, you'd have a prey in your grasp."

Samuel never expected the owner to illustrate such an intricate analogy. "You're like a tiger without an

opportunity to use its claws too, sir," he said, smiling." Why would you be stuck manning this store your

entire life then?"

The owner shook his head. "What claws? Every family has their own problems. You do it for your

woman, so do I."

Samuel nodded his head in silence.

They finished smoking the cigarettes, and Samuel drove the car toward the office entrance.

The spanking new Audi without a number plate attracted plenty of attention after office hours. Samuel

stood by his car, and everyone assumed that he was a young tycoon. Of course, no one knew who he

really was. If they found out that he had married into the Sues as a disgraced son-in-law, they would

have paid him any attention. 2

"Samuel, this..." Yvonne walked out of the entrance, stunned at the sight of her husband and the new

car behind him.

"Summer is coming, and the sun will be terrible," Samuel said. "I can't keep using the electric scooter to

ferry you, right?"

“Good going, Yvonne Sue,” an intrusive voice rang out. "You've been a manager for a few days, and

you've already changed your car. Such blatant boldness.

Aren't you scared that Grandma will suspect you of anything?”

"I did not do anything wrong. If you have evidence, go ahead and report me." Yvonne looked at Harvey

coldly. Ever since she had been promoted to a managerial position, Harvey had been giving her plenty

of trouble-meaningless trouble too, to boot. 1

Harvey flashed a humorless smile. "Don’t worry. I’ll go see Grandma once I have evidence. I don't need

your reminder. You better watch out. Don’t let me get an opportunity to kick you out of the Sue family.” 1

Yvonne climbed into the shotgun seat. She could not b e bothered to respond to Harvey.

Samuel did not cast Harvey a single glance from the start to the end.

They drove back home. "How much money do you have, exactly?" Yvonne suddenly asked Samuel.

He had already conjured an excuse, knowing that he would have to answer this question one day. "I

didn't need to pay for anything out of my savings when we got married. So I have some left."

Yvonne swiveled her head to look at Samuel. How much was 'some left'? Surely he had a rough

estimate.

He had spent over four hundred thousand dollars yesterday. If she took today's expenditure into

account, it passed a million! He was even wealthier than her family.

However, Yvonne did not pry any further after thinking about it. She was his wife, but the two had been

financially independent from each other all these years. She had no particular reason to raise questions

about money matters.

When they arrived back home, Lydia saw that there was a new car, and she dragged Godfrey

downstairs impatiently. The two old folks were extremely delighted at the sight.

Gooseflesh prickled all over their body as they sat in the car. It was ridiculously comfortable.

"Godfrey, don't let Samuel drive this car,” Lydia said." It's been a long journey for our daughter's

success. We should be the ones savoring it."

"Oh yes. But you better let Yvonne know about this," Godfrey replied immediately. "What if Samuel

touches and fondles such a nice car? He's only suited for that electric scooter."

"I never thought that I, Lydia Sue, would see this day," Lydia puffed proudly. "I finally have bragging

rights the next time I go back home."

The old couple returned to the house, and Lydia asked Yvonne to come to her room.