In the blink of an eye, Sophia found herself standing at the grand entrance of Tryson's house, the imposing structure towering before her.
The soft hum of the car engine faded as Jude stepped out of the vehicle, his movements smooth and deliberate.
She watched, almost entranced, as he adjusted his jacket and then, embodying the very essence of a gentleman, made his way towards her side.
With effortless grace, he reached for the car door and pulled it open, extending a silent invitation for her to step out.
As she emerged, her gaze instinctively swept across the surroundings, her breath hitching slightly at the sight before her.
The house exuded an air of understated elegance, its sophisticated yet welcoming aura instantly captivating her.
The carefully maintained hedges, the polished marble steps, and the warm, golden glow spilling from the windows all combined to paint a picture of quiet luxury.
