Chapter 395: A Place to Call Home

The two of them seemed deep in conversation when Summer walked over. She caught the tail end—Fraser’s low voice saying, “I will.”

Summer quickly stepped in, grabbing his hand. “Mom, it’s getting late. We’re heading home now.”

Julia glanced at her. Girls really do grow up fast. She stood as well. “Summer, only three months to go. Fraser, take good care of her.”

The luxury Ferrari cruised smoothly through the city streets, the neon lights dotting every corner like strokes of color in a magnificent painting. Fraser kept his eyes on the road, driving with casual ease.

Summer couldn’t help but ask, “What were you and my mom talking about?”

Fraser gave her a sidelong glance, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on her belly. “Just told me not to bully you.”

“Really?” Summer wasn’t quite convinced.

Julia knew perfectly well he’d already given her 20% of Graham Group shares, and now she’d accepted a 2.88 billion dowry without blinking. Summer knew her mom meant well—she wanted her daughter to be protected. But still, it left a sour taste.

Fraser arched a brow. “Not happy?”

Her tone was a little sullen. “Twenty percent of Graham Group is already a lot.” Especially when she hadn’t contributed a single thing to the company.

Fraser let out a soft chuckle, lips curving. “Feeling sorry for me, Mrs. Graham?”

Summer shot him a look, clearly unimpressed, and brushed his hand off before turning to look out the window. “I just think marriage should be about love. Not about squeezing every kind of security out of each other.”

Fraser didn’t seem to mind. “Your mom’s just thinking ahead—for your sake.”

She’d looked him in the eye and said, “The Graham family and the Stewart family are still worlds apart. So for Summer’s future—and the baby’s—what can you promise me?”

Fraser had taken a moment, then said, “I’ll transfer all my real estate to Summer’s name.”

That caught Julia off guard. She hadn’t expected him to go that far. As the wealthiest man in Havenbrook, Fraser’s real estate portfolio included high-end properties all over the world, private islands, priceless antiques, and rare treasures. And even with a marriage certificate, that kind of asset trail would be nearly impossible to trace. It was then Julia truly believed he loved her daughter.

“Fraser,” she’d said, “please understand this from a mother’s point of view. Carrying the title ‘Mrs. Graham’ comes with pressure—for our family, too. What if one day… you two divorce—”

Fraser had cut her off. “I get it. That’s why I’m doing this on my own. But please don’t tell Summer.”

Now, in the car, Summer turned to him and poked his firm arm. “Anyway, I’m telling her about the dowry. That’s non-negotiable.”

Fraser’s eyes crinkled, and his smile deepened. His voice was low but firm. “Summer, you have to understand. You’re the rose that bloomed in the middle of my barren land. You’re the one who made my heart race for the first time. If money can bring me a life with you, then I’ll create as much of it as I have to.”

Her eyes shimmered instantly, and her throat tightened. “You really are an idiot,” she whispered.

The Ferrari slowly turned into the Starlight Compound neighborhood. Summer recognized the place right away. It was one of Havenbrook’s newest high-end developments, covering a massive area. The community featured both Western-style villas and modern penthouse towers. It was fully equipped with top-tier amenities—golf courses, helipads, you name it. And its location was unbeatable—right in the city center, yet surrounded by lush forest. A serene oasis in the heart of the bustle. Everyone who lived here was either rich or powerful.

The Ferrari finally came to a stop in front of a three-story white villa.

Summer blinked. “Where is this?”

Fraser smiled. “Our new home.” He took her hand and led her along the stone path to the front door.

As it opened, the living room unfolded before them—surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows, decorated in a sleek, luxurious style. A grand Steinway piano stood in one corner. Outside, the pale blue water of the pool rippled gently beneath the lights.

Summer took it all in, then walked upstairs. She opened one of the doors. The entire room was bathed in soft pinks. A wardrobe with pastel panels stood by the wall, full of baby clothes. Toys and little decorations filled the shelves. It was cozy, sweet, and thoughtfully arranged.