No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 858

Fanny had been to Sinclair's apartment before. It was a spacious loft he had purchased before heading abroad, a decision she had helped him make.

She had always said she liked this kind of place; it made her feel relaxed and at

ease.

Sinclair had listened to her, even letting her choose the interior decor.

But now, standing there, the place felt strangely unfamiliar.

"Do you remember your room?" Sinclair's deep voice pulled her from her thoughts.

Fanny pressed her lips together, glancing towards the far left room with the large bay window. That was the master bedroom, belonging to the owner of the house. Yet, in her youthful arrogance, she had claimed it for herself.

Sinclair hadn't hesitated to agree.

Looking back now, she wished she could turn back time and erase her presumptuousness. Standing there now, she felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her.

"I've forgotten. Show me," Sinclair said, picking up her suitcase and heading towards the master bedroom.

stopped

like a lake, found hers. Fanny swallowed. "Uncle,

no guest room," Sinclair replied simply, leaving Fanny

wasn't teasing her; he was just stating a fact. His place was

loft had just two bedrooms: one

took a deep breath. "Uncle, it's not right for me to stay in that room.

you want to?" Sinclair said, setting her suitcase down. "If you don't believe me,

to inspect a man's room, curiosity got the better of

stepped aside, making room

at the threshold,

room's stark black, white, and gray theme: Even the bed linens were in a severe shade of gray. The roomexuded a chilliness that made her feel as though

for her room, which would indeed

than

room," Fanny said, not waiting for him to help with her luggage. She

dream room, just as she'd envisioned it years ago. Even the bedding was in warm tones, and standing there, she felt as if she'd been transported

know if

turned to look at