Afternoon, Camphor Bliss Mansion.
The Porsche Cayenne slowly drove into the underground garage below the building.
Lucy Ansley sat in the car, still feeling somewhat unreal.
At least, her mood at this moment was completely different from when she came to drop off the luggage two days ago.
This duplex villa, is their home.
The word "home" drifted through her mind, like waves stirring emotions within her.
Lucy curled her fingers, eyes filled with longing and anticipation.
She had been... without a home for a long time.
After a moment, Henry Ronan noticed Lucy's change in emotion, subtle yet not difficult to capture.
The man unbuckled her seatbelt, took her fingertip and squeezed it, "Thinking too much again?"
Lucy snapped out of her daze, curving her lips into a smile, "No~"
The two words carried a swirl of emotions, tinged with a hint of playful reproach.
Henry pursed his lips and gently pinched her cheek, "If not, then why aren't you getting out of the car?"
