Falling for the Goddess

Sleeping in the Same Bed

After grandma left, Adrian Blake prepared to head to work.

"Young Master, should I tidy up your room and the Young Mistress' room now?" Aunt Miller called out just as Adrian Blake was about to leave.

He paused for a few seconds before replying, "Yes," and then walked out the door without looking back.

Sara Hart pressed her lips together, feeling a little disappointed.

"Shall we go upstairs and take a look at the room? Maybe we can arrange things a bit," Aunt Miller suggested.

Sara Hart snapped out of her thoughts and smiled. "Sure."

This villa had been prepared by Grandma Blake as their marital home, and the interior design had been chosen a while ago. It featured warm tones of wood and white, giving the house a cozy, welcoming feeling when sunlight streamed in.

The master bedroom was located on the second floor, to the right of the staircase, and was also designed with warm colors.

Aunt Miller led Sara Hart inside. "The Old Madam had your clothes put away in the walk-in closet."

She opened the door to the closet, revealing clothes, bags, and shoes neatly organized by category.

"The Old Madam said you prefer understated things, so all the clothes are suitable for everyday wear, like for school."

Sara Hart looked closely and saw that, although the clothes were all designer brands, they were simple and practical - perfect for her daily routine. Warmth filled her heart. "Grandma really thought of everything."

Aunt Miller glanced around the room, noting that everything seemed to be in order. The couch had been removed, leaving an empty space in the center of the room.

Sara Hart stared at the empty spot, feeling a little unsure.

Aunt Miller seemed to read her thoughts and smiled warmly. "The Young Master may seem cold and distant, but deep down, he has a warm heart. If you show him sincerity, he'll return it. Sometimes, it's okay for you to take the initiative, Young Mistress. He won't reject you."

Sara Hart nodded, understanding but still unsure.

Aunt Miller patted her hand. "I'll go downstairs to prepare lunch. You can take your time and see if anything else needs to be done."

"Okay."

After Aunt Miller left, Sara Hart took a moment to look around the room. Everything was in place, but the reality of living with Adrian Blake made her feel a bit nervous.

She had once thought that just being close to him would be enough. Then, she'd wished for him to at least know of her existence. But now, she was starting to want more—maybe too much.

Sara Hart took a deep breath. The two-year timeline she had set for herself had only just begun. There was still time. Perhaps Aunt Miller was right—she should take the initiative.

For dinner, Sara Hart helped Aunt Miller in the kitchen. She wasn't much of a cook, so she busied herself washing vegetables, handing over plates, and assisting however she could.

"Young Mistress, you should go rest. The kitchen is full of smoke and oil," Aunt Miller said gently.

"It's fine. I'll stay here with you." Sara Hart smiled, standing her ground. She didn't have much to do in the villa since she hadn't brought her laptop or any personal items. Truthfully, she was a bit bored.

Seeing Sara Hart's insistence, Aunt Miller didn't press the matter. She had grown fond of the young woman—Sara Hart was polite, considerate, and never treated the staff with any arrogance. Aunt Miller felt the urge to help her however she could.