Ella stood in the middle of the penthouse living room, her single suitcase looking pathetic against the marble floors and floor-to-ceiling windows. The view of the city skyline at dusk was breathtaking—glass towers glowing like jewels—but it only made her feel smaller.
“Welcome home,” Lucas said flatly, setting her other bag down by the wide island in the open kitchen. He’d barely spoken during the car ride over. Cold and distant, just like he’d promised.
She forced a small smile. “It’s… bigger than my apartment.”
He gave a curt nod. “Your wing is down the left hallway. Bedroom, office, private bath. The kitchen and living areas are shared. Stay out of my study on the right. That’s all.”
No tour. No warmth. He disappeared into his study before she could even say thank you, the heavy do
