Noble Husband At the Door

Chapter 28

"Yes, Mom?” Yvonne asked.

"Your father will drive this car starting from tomorrow,” Lydia said.

"Why? This is-"

"Don't ask why," Lydia interrupted Yvonne before she could complete her sentence. "Now that you're

successful, can’t you let us two old folks live comfortably? It’s such a nice car too. And what if you let

Samuel drive it, but he doesn't know how to appreciate it? If he gets it into an accident, we’ll need t o

spend a lot to fix the car!” NôvelDrama.Org content.

"Mom, this car was bought by-"

"Not another word. The matter has been decided,” Lydia said, waving her hand impatiently. "I know that

he’s been ferrying you to and from your office lately, but you can't keep an eye on him 24/7. If you let

him drive such a nice car, he might have an impulse to go around hooking other women. How about

this then? We'll let him drive our Toyota."

Yvonne was stunned speechless. Samuel had bought the car himself; she had not paid a single cent

for it. How could her mother just take it as she pleased?

"Oh, right. You changed your car just a few days after being promoted to manager. Your grandmother

might check up on you. You have to be careful when

handling your accounts," Lydia reminded her daughter. Their relatives in the Sue family lived wealthier

lives because they had high positions in the company-which meant that they had more opportunities to

line their pockets with extra money. That was why Lydia naturally assumed that Yvonne had also taken

some money out of the company to buy the car.

Yvonne sighed. She knew her mother's personality. There was no way to properly explain the entire

situation. Even if she told her that Samuel had been the one to buy the car, Lydia would not believe her.

"I'm leaving." Yvonne needed to get Samuel to explain, only then would it work out.

She went to the kitchen and saw her husband cooking over the stove. "I'm sorry," Yvonne said,

expression apologetic.

Samuel craned his head toward her in confusion." What's wrong?" Why are you apologizing out of the

blue?" he asked.

"My mom thought that I bought the car using the company's money. Now she only wants Dad to drive i

t.” Yvonne too, thought that her mother was being ridiculous. However, she was still her mother, so she

had no choice but to give in to her stubbornness.

"I thought something happened. It's all right,” Samuel replied breezily.

"You really don't mind?" Yvonne asked. "You bought the car with your money." "They're my parents too.

It’s only natural to respect them."

Resentment simmered in Yvonne's heart when she heard those words. He had been bullied in this

house for the past three years, yet he had never said an unkind word-instead, he treated her parents

so nicely.

"It's almost dinner. Help me set out the table if you're free," Samuel said.

Yvonne quickly helped him. Her parents had gone down to see the car again earlier, so only she and

her husband were at the dining table. 1

"Do you know how to play the piano?" Yvonne asked Samuel. Although she did not think he could, the

silhouette in the video looked too similar. She wanted t o make the situation clear.

"Like the ones in a rhythm game?" Samuel replied, grinning. 1

"Was it you who played the piano yesterday?" Yvonne cast a suspicious stare toward him.

"Yesterday? Don't tell me you think Linda’s celebrity crush is me,” he answered.

"Seems like it's not you then." Yvonne's stomach dropped with disappointment. She did not know why

she wanted the man in the video to be Samuel.

Perhaps every woman really had a fairytale dream, and she also wished that she had a prince who was

admired by all.

After they finished eating, they sat on the couch and turned on the television for a while. They returned

to their room at 9.30pm.

The next day, Samuel drove the Toyota to send Yvonne to work. The owner of the general store

watched them from afar, suspicion brewing in his mind. Did he not just buy a new car yesterday? Why

was he driving an old one today then?

After he sent Yvonne to her office, Samuel drove the Toyota to a second-hand dealer and sold it for

some ten thousand dollars. Then he hailed a cab to the Audi dealer store.

The salesman from yesterday immediately greeted him when he spotted Samuel. His colleagues were

just discussing Samuel; most of them assumed that the bigshot customer would not return to take his

scooter. They never thought that he would come back.

"You're early, Mr. Hannigan."

"Are there any more A6s around?" Samuel asked.

Delight leaped in the salesman. "There are. Do you have a friend who wants to buy one too, Mr.

Hannigan?” he asked.

"Get me another one," Samuel said.

A-Another one.

The salesman was stupefied. He just bought one yesterday. Why did he want another one again? Sure,

cars were depreciating assets, but surely it did not depreciate to the point where it was useless after a

day!

"You want another car, Mr. Hannigan?" the salesman asked, not daring to believe his ears.

"Yup. I gave the car from yesterday to someone else."

The salesman stared at Samuel in shock. A car worth several hundred thousand-and he just gave it

away! H e was really throwing his money around.

He could not imagine the kind of person Samuel was. He could not see a lick of a filthy rich tycoon in

the man.

When the other salespersons knew that Samuel had given yesterday’s car away and wanted a new

one today, they too, were confused beyond understanding. A deep pang of regret hit their guts too. If

they had attended to him yesterday, they would not have missed the opportunity to make great sales!

"It's no use crying now. Luck was not on our side."

"What luck? This is a lesson. When a customer comes i n next time, don't ever look down on them.

Look at Mr. Hannigan-he doesn’t look like much, but he simply gave an A6 to someone else. This is

what it means to b e rich."

"Geez. Mr. Hannigan looks too low-profile anyway.

You can’t blame us for looking down on him.”

They repeated the transaction steps from yesterdaypay for the car, get the car. However, a serious

problem pressed upon Samuel then.

How was he going to explain this car to Yvonne?

He spent over a million dollars over three days. He could say that it was his inheritance, but even he

would not believe that flimsy excuse.

After he left, the electric scooter was still parked in the Audi store.

In the afternoon, Samuel went to the general store first, as always.

The owner noticed Samuel's new car. However, it did not have a number plate yet, so he did not know

that it was a different one from yesterday. His suspicions from the morning immediately dissipated.

Still, Samuel looked different today-a cloak of anxiety muffled him.

"What's wrong?” the owner asked. "You look pretty anxious today. Did you prepare some huge surprise

for your wife?"