Julian hadn't been sleeping well for days. Only after breathing in Vivian's familiar scent did his exhausted body finally give in to sleep.
Soon after he drifted off, Vivian quietly left the house. Yesterday, she had promised to have dinner with Brandon. Whether it was out of respect for a business partner or something else, she couldn't be late.
Before long, she pulled up outside a private villa.
She rang the doorbell, and Brandon answered. Catching the awkward look on her face, she asked, "Am I too early? Hope I'm not disturbing you."
"Not at all." He stepped back to let her in.
Still carrying the morning chill, Vivian stepped into the warm house. Brandon bent down and handed her a pair of disposable guest slippers.
His home suited him perfectly, understated yet quietly luxurious.
