Chapter 115: BLUEBERRY EYES

The Blunt's mansion looks like something straight out of Architectural Digest. Mum reads those magazines because she's into interior decorations so we have a lot of editions lying around.

''You live here?'' I ask with my mouth agape.

He moves to my side and snakes his hand around my waist. ''It's not that impressive, but I do.'' he downplays.

Not that impressive? This is bigger than Paris' mansion and on par with Ryan's, if not even more. The only difference is the style. Ryan's has an old Hollywood glamour feel to it, but this right before me is modern contemporary to the core.

I haven't even been inside it and I'm already in awe.

Two cars other than Jason's, nonetheless expensive as fuck, are parked in front of the fountain with water springing out of it in heaps, providing a safe haven for the actual ducks swimming inside it. Trees and grass surround the property like bodyguards and it gives this earthy yet clean-cut vibe to the property.