"Let's go to my room." As she spoke, she grabbed his arm and gave it a light tug. The next moment, they both vanished from the living room sofa. When they reappeared, they were in Celeste Grant's master bedroom on the second floor.
Javier Sinclair and Celeste Grant reappeared on the bed. Her body sank into the soft mattress, and he was above her, propped up on one hand. Celeste Grant was still holding his arm, and they were in the same position as they had been on the living room sofa.
Javier Sinclair glanced around the room, his eyes lifting slightly as he spoke.
"This is your room?"
Celeste Grant hummed in affirmation.
"Mhm."
'There's no scent of any man in this room other than his own. So, her ex-husband never came into this room? Or is there another reason?'
He subconsciously asked, "Has your ex-husband been dead for a long time?"
