Wagner’s brows crossed.
“What are you talking about? I could see that you haven’t recovered from the incident last night,” he said in dismay.
His response tells me he wasn’t ready for another near-death experience.
“Maybe,” I replied.
“Let’s have some breakfast. I cooked something.”
He gleefully led the way out of the master’s bedroom.
When I came out of the room, a gigantic chandelier caught my attention. It was hanging at the center of the living room, which was downstairs. It seems like everything was shining.
The staircase was modern European style, and the railings were shining with gold. The living room set up was colored gray with minimalist designs from the sofa to the carpet.
I walked down the stairs behind him in awe. His place was fancy.
“By the way, How about those gun
