Noah drove into his mansion's driveway, and parked up perfectly.
"That was a long day," He muttered as he stretched slightly, before stepping inside the mansion.
A scent of food wafted through the air.
Following the aroma, he entered the kitchen to find Selena at the stove, preparing his meal prep that he had told her about.
Noah leaned against the doorway. "Selena, you don't have to worry about me today," he said, his tone calm. "You can either eat it yourself or stop cooking altogether. Either way, do as you see fit."
Selena glanced over her shoulder, nodding politely. "Understood, Mr. Thompson," she said before returning her focus to her dish.
After talking to Selena, Noah made his way upstairs to his room. Entering the ensuite bathroom, he stripped off his clothes, revealing his well-toned, chiselled physique.
He let out a satisfied sigh as he sank into the jacuzzi.
