Living in his mansion

Why would I ask myself? Did he mean I'm the one he is talking about, his girlfriend?

As we entered the grand foyer, I couldn't help but be in awe of the luxurious surroundings. The marble floors gleamed under the soft lighting, and the walls were adorned with beautiful artwork. Trence led me through the spacious living room, where plush furniture and elegant decor filled the space. I couldn't believe this was where he lived, and I felt excited and nervous about staying with him.

Trence must have noticed my wide-eyed expression because he chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I promise I won't bite." I couldn't help but hide in his chest. So he wouldn't see my red face.

I felt he was putting me down. He took me down from the wheelchair. "Let's get you settled in," Trence said as he gently guided me toward the house.

As we continued through the house, Trence showed me the stunning kitchen with its state-of-the-art appliances and the cozy study filled with books and a large desk. I couldn'