Secretly Ex-Amazing husband

Chapter 3

Damian stood in front of the mansion in The Royal Ivory housing estate. His gaze was reproachful as he looked at the snow palace-like house before him. There was nothing wrong with this house. The peaceful shades of white and the spacious garden that soothed the soul would make people dream of living in this place. However, it was because this was the house Serra wanted so badly that everything here was so bad, at least according to Damian.

Despite wearing jeans and a t-shirt covered in dust, no one in this place looked down on him. Everyone lined up neatly in the courtyard, forming two rows facing each other.

"Welcome back, My Lord." Benard, a man wearing a white shirt with a black outer and black formal pants, bowed respectfully in front of Damian. His body was tall, 185 cm. With a neat hairstyle and silver glasses on the bridge of his nose, Benard looked like a nerd.

Damian did not answer. He looked at the people one by one to observe them. All the servants in this place turned out to be the servants who used to take care of him when he was young.

"Please come in, My Lord. I have prepared your favorite tea." Benard said again.

Damian only nodded. His aura was cold and imposing. All who saw him would be unconditionally respectful. His steps were calm, and his every movement made a marvelous impression, like a lion walking tall without fear.

In the magnificent living room, there was an aquarium filled with red arowana fish. Its twists and turns and scales reflected light that made it sparkle, taking center stage when everything in the room was predominantly white.

The fragrant aroma of rosella tea wafted through the air. There was a pot of rosella tea and a set of rare porcelain cups on the table.

Damian glanced at it. It had been quite a while since he last drank the drink. He wanted to drink it immediately, but his body felt uncomfortable. "I want to take a shower first."

"Of course, My Lord."

Damian immediately went to the second floor, the master suite, the room he had prepared for him and Serra. Half an hour later, Damian had already changed into an exclusive set of clothes from a famous designer. He looked like a different person than before. The aura of authority that enveloped him grew thicker, creating an invisible wall that no one dared to touch.

His cold face, thick eyebrows and piercing hazel eyes made arrogance stand out.

Damian sat in a chair, filling his porcelain cup with warm rosella tea. Not letting anyone touch his personal belongings, not even Benard. He had a smile, but it was more of a grin.

Benard stood beside Damian obediently, like a guard dog awaiting orders from its master.

"I am glad you have returned, young master." Benard smiled cheerfully. Damian had asked Benard to build Serra's dream house. It had been three months since the house was completed, but this was the first time Damian had visited it in person. "Madame will be pleased with this house. The design and interiors are very much to Madame's taste."

This house is so extraordinary. The word extraordinary is not enough to describe it.

The expression she showed was indeed ordinary. However, there was a flash of hatred visible in her eyes. "Whether I like it or not, I will not give this house to her."

Benard was taken aback. "Master, is it possible?"

Benard could not continue his sentence. He wasn't that brave to guess Damian's matters.

Unexpectedly, Damian nodded. "I'm divorced from Serra."

Benard was surprised, but he didn't dare say anything. The atmosphere became awkward. The two men were silent.

Damian sipped the tea in the cup slowly, enjoying the fragrant aroma and light flavor. His movements were smooth and authoritative.

His gaze wandered. "This house is ugly. I don't want to live here, so sell it."

Benard nodded in agreement. "This house doesn't suit what Young Master likes. In The Green Villa, a house that caught my eye, you might like it."

The Green Villa was an elite neighborhood in the city. Although they had money, few could afford to buy a house there. It was too exclusive for those who only had money.

"You know what I like." Damian put down his teacup. "For tonight, I will rest in this ugly house."

"If you feel disturbed in this place, I will make a reservation at the Imperial Hotel."

Damian shook his head. "No need. I'm too lazy to go out."

After finishing his tea, Damian returned to the room. However, before he left, Benard stopped him. "Young Master, are you coming down for dinner?"

Damian shook his head slowly. He did not want to eat at all. His appetite had been gone for the past few hours. With no more questions from Benard, Damian immediately went to his room.

The main room was in the west wing with two beautiful views. To the west was the large and clear swimming pool, the water's surface reflecting light like a crystal. And to the south, there was a rose garden in bloom. It was very beautiful.

Damian stood on the balcony, enjoying his quiet time. The rose garden in front of him was so beautiful. There used to be roses blooming in his heart. However, right now, the roses had withered and died.

Damian's cell phone rang. He took the phone out of his pocket. The number was anonymous, but every number was engraved in Damian's memory. He swiped the screen and put the phone to his ear.

Damian did not speak. He was silent until a heart-stirring voice resonated in his ears.

"Stop playing around. Your time is up."

Damian did not argue. Two years ago, when he was out, he met a simple, cheerful girl. With her fierce will to succeed, that woman had filled Damian's long-empty heart.

When he thought about it again, Damian smiled wryly. In retrospect, two years ago, he was very naive despite being an adult. He had left his family for Serra and helped her get to this position, but after getting all that, Serra had thrown him away like trash.

"Damian, are you deaf?"

Damian snapped out of his reverie. "I heard it."

A cold snort escaped Briston's mouth. "Are you sorry now? If you are, hurry back. I've had enough of your work."

The call was cut off unilaterally. Damian pocketed his cell phone again. Until morning, Damian did not sleep a second.

There was a knock on his bedroom door early in the morning, and it was Benard.

Damian opened the door lazily. "What's wrong?"

"Young Master, I'm sorry I couldn't escort you. I have to handle some matters that lord Briston has assigned." Benard handed Damian a card with a phoenix engraved on it. "This is the access card to enter your new home. I have sent all the details about the house to your email, Young Master."