Christian's POV
Hannah invited me to come inside, I couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and excitement. It was a gesture that showed she trusted me. I accepted with a smile, eager to see where she lived. As we stepped into her house, something immediately felt off. The place was neat, but there was a certain emptiness to it. No shoes at the door, no jackets hanging on the hooks—nothing to suggest that anyone else lived here. It struck me as odd. Where was Michael? Did he not live here? Could it be that Hannah and Michael were separated?
Before I could dwell on it, Hannah returned from the kitchen, holding a plate of snacks. I quickly stopped surveying the room, focusing on her instead. She smiled apologetically.
"Sorry, it's not much. I haven't had a chance to do any real shopping since I moved in."
Christian smiled, taking a cookie. "This is perfect, Hannah. Besides, I'm here for the company, not the food."