Stella's POV:
The car drove straight to the city center and entered a garden community named Joyland Residence. He parked the car in the underground garage and led me to the top-floor duplex via the elevator.
The upper echelon of the building was solely his domain.
As we entered, the decor in shades of deep blue, white, and gray greeted us. It was a spacious and immaculate house devoid of any warmth or vitality.
"Go have a shower in the bedroom. I'll make a call." Despite just returning from a business trip to San Francisco, he still had matters to attend to late at night.
I nodded and followed his gesture to a silver-white door, which revealed a bedroom that mirrored the living room's color story.
The room was dominated by a large white bed, with walls and a wardrobe to match, all o
