Bella Acker turned her head to look outside the living room; it was already dark, and the streetlight's brightness couldn't illuminate very far in the night.
However, in the beam of light, one could clearly see the dense drizzle falling.
Is Damian Sinclair still standing outside the villa's gate in the rain, or has he already left?
At least he should know to hide in the car, right?
The butler led them upstairs to see the room.
Opening the door, the butler said, "Ms. Acker, this is the room the master set up for you and the little miss. If there is anything you're not satisfied with, I'll have it changed immediately."
"Wow, it's so beautiful, like a princess room." The little girl widened her eyes in admiration at the sight of the pink decor.
Bella Acker smiled, "It's very beautiful, thank you."
