Chapitre 58: A day out

As we wandered through the grand house, I couldn't help but keep glancing around, trying to take in everything. It was all too much—the space, the beauty, the luxury.

Now I knew why he was the richest man in the entire world, Zayn led me down a long hallway, casually pointing out different rooms like he was showing me an ordinary place, not a mansion straight out of a fantasy.

"This is your room," he said, stopping in front of a massive wooden door.

My room? I blinked as he opened the door, revealing a space so large it could fit my entire apartment back home. The bed was king-sized, draped with silken sheets, and the windows opened out to a view of the ocean. The room was bathed in natural light, and soft music played from hidden speakers.

I stepped inside, my breath catching in my throat. "This... this is mine?"