In the huge penthouse alone, I sit on a barstool and gaze around the immense kitchen that I've designed.
Oh my goodness. I love it and never in a million years did I imagine I would have the opportunity to live here when I designed it.
Now I'm here, though, I'm really not sure about it. But I did know that I love him, but I fear to marry him because it will just encourage his controlling behaviour and challenging ways.
Or would he be better? More reasonable? After married?
Then my stomach does a little flip and a growl, reminding me that I should really get something to eat. I've only picked on a few biscuits today.
It's no wonder I feel exhausted right now. I'm just about to convince myself to lift my tired arse from the stool when I hear the front door open, and a few moments later, I see Feng Teng walks into the kitchen looking as wiped out as I feel.
