Faye Vaughn clearly believed in having more than one nest. The decor of this studio apartment was completely different from her other one.
Walking in from the entryway, the interior was a completely open space with no separate living room.
Vincent Hawthorne's eyes immediately fell on her large bed.
Like a gentleman, he averted his gaze.
Faye Vaughn retrieved a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet and said apologetically, "You're my first male guest. You'll have to make do with these disposable hotel slippers."
Vincent Hawthorne was observant, and he subtly scanned the room.
There were no men's belongings anywhere.
'Still, for her to invite him in like this was a bit too bold.'
"How about we watch the New Year's Eve gala?" Faye Vaughn turned on the TV and looked back at Vincent Hawthorne with a smile. "We can feel the New Year's spirit through the screen."
Vincent Hawthorne, of course, had no objections.
He sat down on the sofa and watched TV with her.
