Wife for Hire

Chapter 28

Wisdom’s POV

We have finally arrived in the Paraiso de Rojos or the “Red Paradise”, the abode of Denver’s parents.

Well, it’s obvious why it is called that: the iron gate is painted in a vibrant red color.

Denver drove the car inside and the either side of the pathway is adorned with red flowers. I can see red roses, red lilies, red orchids, and other red flora.

Though the main mansion is not entirely red, some parts of it, especially the roof, are accentuated with the red color.

The white fountain in the center is adorned with a statuesque ivory queen-like sculpture, the ruby in its crown gleaming as soon as the sun casts its light.

The place is, generally, jaw-dropping. Beautiful. Stunning.
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I could hear the bird chirping. The wind is singing gently, it’s cool but not so cold. This is indeed a perfect place for aged people to live because nature surrounds you.

“It’s so serene…” I declared as I opened the car’s window. Passing to the pathway in which the red flowers served as the red carpet as we arrived. A purple butterfly landed on my fingers and then bounced from the red rose to another flower.

The last time I had been surrounded by nature was when I was young—too young that I couldn’t remember when or where.

But one thing I can recall is that nature is always soothing, inviting, and peaceful. And a place like Paraiso de Rojos is indeed worthy to be called home.

“There you are, my pumpkin pie!”

Ergh, I hate pumpkin to be honest..

A kind-looking woman, probably in her early forties, whose onyx eyes smiled as she looked at me, greeted us as Denver went down the car.

I was still staring at the red blanket of flowers behind us and was still left in the back seat. “Wisdom!” There, that was my cue to come down. But when I jerked my head, it wasn’t Denver who called me.

“Verity Giordano, your soon-to-be mother-in-law.

An “Ohh…” was all I said as I shook the lovely woman’s aged hands.

Well, she’s not really that old because you can still see the beauty of her when she smiles.

“You’re just in time, honey.” She glanced at her own son and gave him a soft kiss on the cheeks. Then Verity hugged me.

It was not a hug from a stranger. It was so warm and comforting that I thought it was from my mom.

My mother, the late and one and only.

Even from here, I can already smell the aromatic scent of grilled pork belly and cheesy lobster as well as the scent of roasted prawns with butter and rosemary. “Have you already had your lunch?” Verity asked.

Though Denver and I already bought from a drive-through of a fast food chain, in fact our litters are still in the back of the car, I shook my head. “No. No, we haven’t yet eaten.”

Denver eyed me. And instead of countering my words, he smiled—a joyous and uplifting one.

My eyes turned to the man behind Verity, who had been giving me an unpleasant look since I came down from our car.