Possesive Andrew

After enduring a lengthy 7-hour flight, Alice was chauffeured home by Andrew himself. Relieved to escape his scrutinizing gaze, she eagerly anticipated the comfort of her own space after a challenging 3-day journey.

She was in her la la land and a bit late to realize that the turn to her neighborhood had long gone. They are on some other route.

"Excuse me, Mr. Kingston, you missed the turn to my place; please take a U-turn."

Alice thought he made a mistake, but that wasn't the case.

"We're heading in the right direction," Andrew remarked nonchalantly, then abruptly made a sharp turn and slammed on the brakes.

"But this is..."

Alice's sentence trailed off as Andrew, with a click of a remote control in his car, opened the imposing iron gate of a mansion and smoothly drove inside.

"This is my private mansion and our bridal house."

'What?' It was as if a bomb had dropped on Alice's head; the idea of living with him felt overwhelming, and she still needed her space.

"I'm only at home in my