CHAPTER 119: PHONE CALL

NATASHA

As soon as I woke up in the morning, I was greeted by loud noises coming from the living room.

Michael isn't in bed anymore; his warmth is no longer beside me on the pillows or sheets. But his presence in this house is evident through the fresh scent lingering in the air, carried by the upbeat music playing downstairs.

After freshening up, I limped down the stairs to find Michael spinning around like a dancer, with his lips pouted and a webber in his hand.

Suppressing my laughter, I leaned on the railings of the stairs and watched him happily clean the house.

A billionaire cleaning his own place? I should probably get used to this sight.

Since we left Hampton after the incident ended, Michael convinced me with all his might to come back here to Manhattan.

When I stepped inside this house, I thought it was his place. But Thalia mentioned to me that Michael bought this home... for me.

Everything he does touches my heart, and I couldn't find a way to refuse his love and his ambit