Isabella's POV
Maxwell's parents made me comfortable all throughout the lunch. They are wonderful people. I was simply worrying for no reason. I am glad that I decided to come here. At least I will get to know my way around here.
Once we were done with the lunch, Maxwell took me to his room. The room was gorgeous. It had a touch of him in it. It suited his personality with the dark blue and white color.
"How do you like it?" he asks me.
"It suits you. This room has your scent" I say to him.
"You can smell my scent?" he asks with a frown.
"Yeah. Which cologne do you use?" I ask him.
He chuckles at me "I don't use any" he shook his head at me.
I scrunched my nose at him as he walked closer. I sniffed him. He smelled like coffee and fresh air.
"But I can still smell a scent on you"
