This place was nothing like those shiny new apartments downtown. Here, the beauty wasn’t about money or glass towers. It was about history, you could feel it in every corner.
Catherine’s eyes practically sparkled. She fell for the house the moment she stepped in.
“Are you disappointed?” Lawrence suddenly asked, watching her reaction.
She pressed her hands to her chest and couldn’t hide her excitement. “Disappointed? Not at all. This place is incredible. I love it, really.”
She walked right into the yard, taking it all in. “It’s so much warmer than those high-rise apartments. Those always feel so cold and empty.” Turning back, she flashed a big, genuine smile. “I’ve always wished for a home just like this.”
Lawrence looked a little surprised at first, but then a quiet smile crept into his eyes. “Well, from now on, this is your home.”
Catherine beamed. “That makes me so happy. I finally have a place to call home.”
“Come on. Let me show you around,” Lawrence said, his lips curving into an easy smile as he caught her curious gaze.
“Okay.” Catherine followed, her steps light and full of energy.
Walking beside Lawrence, so tall and steady, Catherine felt a sense of safety she hadn’t known in a long time. Deep down, she promised herself that whatever happened from now on, she’d stand by him and love him.
Lawrence gave her a tour of the old house. The ceilings soared above them, vintage chandeliers hung from above, polished wood floors shone softly under their feet. The furniture was simple but clearly high quality, all solid wood with a quiet elegance that made the place feel both grand and welcoming. In the living room, one wall was lined with bookshelves packed with books and a few green plants, filling the air with a cozy, bookish vibe.


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