Compromise

"This is your place," Looking around at the villa's lobby, Matthew Xi nodded his head as it didn't look bad. 

Actually, it looked nice and clean — very decent for an elite woman, just like her. 

"Yes, a service help cleans it every two-three days to avoid plague of rats and whatnot." Nodding her head, Zoey plopped down on the couch as she shrugged her shoulders. 

"But you're not staying here?"

"Nope,"

"Even on weekends?" He asked, arching his brows as he shoved his hands inside his pockets. 

"Even on weekends." Zoey stretched her lips into a thin line, traveling her gaze around this mini mansion of hers. "Thirty minutes drive from here to the office... I'm a practical person, so it's time and money efficient if I stay in my room in the office, don't you think?" Guessing the inquiries inside his mind, Zoey explained in a matter-of-fact tone.