Vanessa's sleek black car rolled through the grand entrance of the estate, her careful hands steering it toward the side of the house where a beautifully maintained garden sprawled.
Even as she parked, she made sure not to disturb the carefully arranged flower beds the maids had spent hours tending to, it made the estate look more beautiful honestly.
It was a small act of consideration, but one that didn't go unnoticed.
Ethan, on the other hand, maneuvered his Porsche directly into the garage, parking it with practiced ease.
He took a deep breath as he turned off the ignition. This was it.
Vanessa was officially moving in. While he could have told her no, that she couldn't stay, she would have respected his wishes with a lot of complaint.
Yet, a part of him didn't mind the idea of having her around. Maybe, just maybe, it would make the house feel less empty, after all staying in a mansion with maids that left before evening felt sohow.
By the ti he stepped out of his car, Vanessa had already grabbed her bag — a simple duffel, packed neatly with her clothes and essentials.
She didn't bring much, which ant she either didn't intend to stay long or she planned on gradually moving things in. Ethan wasn't sure which scenario he preferred.
Well he was soon silenced as she unlocked the trunk of her ferrari and brought out a very big bag full of clothes, he sighed and shoved his hands into his pocket.
The two of them walked toward the front door together, and as they reached it, Ethan pushed it open effortlessly.
The grand entryway stretched before them, the polished marble floors gleaming under the soft glow of the chandelier. He stepped aside and gestured for her to enter first.
"Make yourself at ho," he said casually.
Vanessa gave him a small smirk. "You say that like I wasn't going to do that anyway."
She stepped inside, her eyes scanning the lavish interior as if she was ntally picking out which space she wanted to claim as her own.
Ethan wasn't sure why, but the sight of her there, standing confidently in his ho, felt... oddly reassuring.
She turned to face him, shifting her bag over her shoulder. "Where am I setting up?"
Ethan shrugged. "Take any guest room you want."
Vanessa arched an eyebrow at him. "You're not going to assign a room?"
"I an, it's not like I have a preference," Ethan admitted. "Unless you were expecting to say you had to stay in mine?"
She rolled her eyes. "Tempting, but I actually like having my own space, thank you very much."
Ethan chuckled. "Good. Then go pick a room. There are plenty."
She didn't need to be told twice.
She walked down the hallway, scanning each doorway carefully before finally settling on a room near the staircase.
Ethan followed her as she stepped inside. The room was spacious, with a large bed, a writing desk, and a view of the backyard garden.
"This one's perfect," Vanessa declared, tossing her bag onto the bed. "Close enough to the kitchen and the main areas, but far enough that I won't hear you pacing at night."
Ethan leaned against the doorfra. "I don't pace."
Vanessa smirked. "Sure you don't."
He shook his head, but there was an amused glint in his eyes. "I'll have the maids bring in anything else you need later."
She sat on the bed, running her fingers over the soft comforter. "Nah, I'll handle it myself. No need to make them run around just because I decided to crash here."
Ethan wasn't used to people insisting on doing things themselves in his house.
Most guests would be more than happy to have the staff take care of everything and the staff obviously wouldn't complain since they were being paid for it.
It was surprising, but he didn't comnt on it.
Instead, he simply said, "Suit yourself."
Vanessa laid back, stretching her arms above her head with a satisfied sigh. "You know, I was expecting you to put up more of a fight when I said I was moving in."
Ethan exhaled through his nose. "And yet, here you are."
"Yeah," she said, turning her head to look at him. "Here I am. It's almost like you wanted to be here."
Ethan almost choked, how did she know? Well he denied it nonetheless.
"You're wrong about that," Ethan said.
"Yeah right," Vanessa said while rolling her eyes.
There was sothing in the way she said it — sothing softer than her usual playful tone. Ethan wasn't sure what to make of it, so he didn't dwell on it.
"You hungry?" he asked, pushing himself off the doorfra.
Vanessa's eyes lit up. "Depends. Are you cooking?"
Ethan snorted. "Do I look like a chef to you?"
"Well, you have been cooking a lot lately," she pointed out. "At least that's what I think anyway."
Ethan shook his head. "I'll have the kitchen staff prepare sothing."
Vanessa sat up. "Oh, co on. Where's the fun in that?"
"The fun is in not burning my house down," Ethan said dryly.
She rolled her eyes. "Fine, fine. But next ti, I'm making you cook. I wanna see if you're actually improving, who knows maybe you could beco Husband material."
Ethan's face turned blank. "Seriously?"
Vanessa shrugged. "Yeah I'm serious, Cooking is actually a very good skill, if we get married, you won't have to be shoving to the kitchen to cook for you all the ti."
Ethan sighed. "That's a weird way to put it honestly but it's alright. Now, let's get sothing to eat before you start demanding a five-star al."
"I an since it's the kitchen staff that's preparing it, it should be a five-star al," Vanessa said, "I'm sure you wouldn't accept anything less,"
"You'd be surprised," Ethan said with a shrug.
He turned to leave, and Vanessa followed him out of the room, their footsteps echoing softly against the floors.
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