I'm still standing in front of the dresser, startled. I'm not sure if I should run to him and hug him to thank him for all of this, or should I run away and never come back here again.
Because, let's be honest this is creepy and I really am allergic to creepy people.
"So? You like this or should we change something?" Andrew asks. He looks serious.
"Did you have to do all of this" I say. It seems like he already planned everything.
"Of course I had to. We're going to live together, so everything must be perfect for us. Especially for you, I want you to be happy and comfortable" he says, smiling at me confidently.
"But I said we're just going to try for two days and see if we get along well" I tell him, raising my eyebrows and crossing my hands.
I really want to see if he will keep his confident look when I refuse to stay.
That is the main reason why I hate rich people; they suppose they can provide felicity by material things.
