Rose sat in the spacious room, her eyes wide as she took in the extravagant interior of the mansion. Every detail screamed opulence, from the intricate carvings on the furniture to the sparkling chandeliers. Yet, amidst the splendor, one thought nagged at her—why bring her here instead of the living room? Shouldn't visitors be placed in more public spaces?
Almost as if reading her mind, Rylan's deep voice broke the silence. "This is my room."
She shot him a curious glance, her brows raised. Could he actually read minds? But Rylan didn't linger on her expression. He knew precisely why he'd brought her here instead of the main areas of the mansion. Rose was reckless, unpredictable. With the way their past encounters had gone, he was certain she'd cause some sort of disaster if she were allowed near the more delicate parts of the house.
