Judging by his behavior in the car, Jessie Sterling thought Victor Morgan was anything but well-behaved.
Victor Morgan: "..."
In the end, under Jessie Sterling's steady gaze, he finally nodded.
A blast of warm air washed over them the moment they stepped into the room.
It was a stark contrast to the biting cold outside.
Jessie Sterling took off her down jacket as soon as she was inside and hung it in the entryway.
From the outside, the treehouse looked something like a shipping container, but inside, it had a living room, a dining room, and a bedroom.
But there was only one large bed.
Jessie Sterling paid Victor Morgan no mind. The first thing she wanted to do was take a shower.
When she came out, Jessie discovered Victor Morgan sitting in the living room with his laptop open, apparently still dealing with work.
She cleared her throat. "I'm done."
Victor Morgan looked up. He hadn't needed Jessie to announce it; he already knew.
