“I know. But I want to show you something.”

“What?”

“You’ll get to see it yourself soon.”

What was running in his head?

“But where are we going?” Dread washed over me for the more time I’ll be spending with him. It wasn’t good for my heart.

He only smirked. “Patience, Rosebud. We will be there soon.”

Groaning, I sat against my seat and looked outside.

“We’re here,” he announced, making me open my eyes. I was almost on the verge of sleeping after half an hour’s drive. It’d been a long day.

Getting out of the car, he opened the door for me while I stretched my legs and let out a yawn. But the sleepiness cleared the moment my gaze fell on the structure that stood across the vast lawn.

A beautiful two-story modern villa. One whole side of it was covered with glass, while the other side was a combination of dark wood and white marble. The lawn was surrounded by a colorful rose garden, a small cozy sitting area was situated in the middle.

It was gorgeous.

“You liked it?” his low voice asked close to my ear.

I nodded, still not looking away from the beauty. “Whose house is it?”

He stayed silent. I could feel his gaze on me. Once I looked up at him, he said, “I bought it last week.”

“It’s yours?” I turned to the villa again. So, this was the house he was busy buying and renovating. “It’s beautiful. But why did you need to buy a house when you already had so many?”

He watched me, intense gaze locked with mine. “They were just houses. I wanted a home for myself. So I bought one for the near future.”

I blinked. For his future?

“Come, let me show you inside.” Securing my hand in his, he took me inside the building he wanted to make a home out of. And I let him, still admiring the structure.

And again, I was left speechless. The interior was more stunning than the exterior. From the high ceiling, that was decorated with small lights and a huge crystal chandelier in the center to the gray and white walls, everything demanded attention. The floor to ceiling glass windows were adorned with red lacy silk curtains. Though not much furniture was spotted there. Only some stuff sat on the dark hardwood floor, yet to unpack.

As he led me upstairs, still holding my hand, I asked, “How many rooms exactly are there?”

“Five bedrooms, two guestrooms, two extra for library and office, and another for gym. In total, ten. Six downstairs and four upstairs. And yes, three more in the basement.”

Thirteen rooms!

“What in God’s name will you do with so many rooms?” I gaped.