Live a life of poor

" I am sorry, Young Master! You aren't allowed to use the penthouse. A legal notice came earlier. It says -"

Awkward, Derek rubs his nape before looking at Gwen who is so nonchalant about the situation. Crossing her arms around her chest, she watches Derek return.

" Sorry! I should have built one for myself! Shall we go to the hotel? Don't worry. I will make sure -"

" I will drive!" She grabs his keys and gets in the car.

" Where are you going?" He says, following her in the car.

" Somewhere where I don't need to take permission to get in or live in!"

" I am sorry." His shoulders drop.

" Nevermind. From the day I married you, my luck has always been a bitch. So it doesn't matter!" She says starting the engine.

Derek nods, smiling forlornly.

" Let's enjoy our life when we have nobody to rely on except both of us." He grins, " Maybe this time, you'll get stronger than anyone can imagine!"

" You could have just accepted Anusha instead of me. You didn't have to suffer!" She says eyes ar