After about an hour of driving, Jaxtyn finally pulled up in front of his mansion. Tonight, he had taken him to the house in which he had spent his day there, and, unlike the way he left it, the entire house had been cleaned up.
He had not come back alone to the house tonight, because, at the passenger side of the car, Chelsea sat there so comfortably.
Jaxtyn had waited for her to dress up, and carry a weekender where she had stuffed her things in them.
Like seriously, it was the best he could ever imagine, more like a good feast he could reach out to. Finally, he had watched the lady close her door before entering the car with him.
So far, there is nothing to complain about, absolutely nothing at all, and as he watched with bright eyes, there is nothing else that he could do right now that might even be worth it for him.
Opening the car door, Jaxtyn hurriedly rushed towards Chelsea's side of the door and opened it widely fo her to come out from it.
