LILITH
In contrast to the single-story villa I had just been shown, Dean’s place was a two-story modern courtyard villa with sleek lines and a dark stone exterior. It radiated sophistication and understated grandeur.
Honestly, I’d imagined him living in a penthouse. That felt more like his style.
But unexpectedly, he fit in perfectly here.
I guess I’d been too narrow-minded and quick to judge.
As we stepped inside, Dean opened the shoe cabinet, took out a pair of gray house slippers, and placed them in front of me.
“I don’t have women’s slippers, so you’ll have to make do with mine,” he said, then added with a teasing smile, “Don’t worry, picky princess—they’re brand new.”
I pretended not to hear that as I slipped off my sneakers and into the slippers.
He also took out a black pair
