Scarlett POV
“Upstairs.”
If Jaxen were willing to be my moving man, I certainly would not complain.
As the elevator doors closed, I took one last look at the utterly bewildered expressions downstairs.
“Thanks for coming,” I told Jaxen sincerely once we were alone.
“I told you. You’re mine. Nobody gets to bully you.”
He didn’t seem to think my gratitude was worth mentioning. But when we reached the room where I’d stored my belongings, his expression finally changed.
He frowned at me.
“Are you Cinderella?”
“Huh?”
I blinked, genuinely confused.
Jaxen surveyed the room.
It wasn’t particularly small, but the oversized bed, wardrobes, and other furniture took up so much space that the boxes I’d packed made the place feel almost impossible to walk through.
With his height and broad s
