Third Person Ren led Ayesha down the hallway toward the guest wing, still moving with that careful, measured gait that made her smirk every time she glanced at him. He pushed open the door to the larger guest room and stepped aside so she could enter first. The room was already prepared — clean sheets, fresh towels, a small vase of flowers on the dresser that Ren definitely had not put there himself. Kai’s staff worked quietly and efficiently even when no one asked. Ayesha dropped her bag on the bed and turned in a slow circle. “Okay, this is nicer than our entire apartment. Your husband doesn’t do anything halfway, does he?” “He really doesn’t,” Ren said, leaning against the doorframe. “There’s an extra blanket in the closet if you get cold, and the bathroom is stocked. If you need anything just—” “Ren.” She held up a hand. “I’ve slept in worse places than this after club nights. I’ll survive. Now stop hovering and come sit. We’re watching something dumb and you’re going to pre
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