Chapter 33. I’ll Definitely Combust

Wren POV

“Welcome home, Birdie,” Ezra announces the moment we step out of his car.

My jaw drops at the mansion in front of us, greenery lines the house. The sight in front of me dissolves every hurt, and irritation.

“This is your house?” I gawk, eyes wide while Ezra grabs my suitcase from the trunk.

He stands beside me, staring at the gorgeous building looming over us. “It is.”

“Just how much money do you have?”

“Honestly?” He tsks. “More than I know what to do with.”

He leads me into the house, and if my jaw could drop any lower, it would fall to the floor.

The interior is just as beautiful. A coded door with fingerprint setting, sleek black leather sofas, white tiles and gray marbles.

Flower pots sit at different corners. A liquor cabinet hangs by the dining room. It’s just as stunning as his bar, meticulously decorated.

”When did you even get a place?” I ask, taking everything in.

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