CHAPTER 64

I was about to fall asleep on the living area when I heard him opened the room’s door—Thiago never waited for an invitation when he decided to invade my space. I groaned and reluctantly stood up, brushing my hair back with my hands as I padded toward the door.

Opening it, I found him standing there in his usual casual yet commanding style. He wore a simple black shirt and dark jeans, but somehow, he always managed to make even the most basic clothing look like a tailored power suit.

His dimmed oceanic blue eyes flicked over me, taking in my tired state, and he gave me that smug smile that made my stomach do an unwanted flip.

"You didn't have to come home early," I said, trying to sound annoyed, but the exhaustion and my faltering willpower made my voice weaker than I intended.

"Of course, I did," Thiago replied, stepping inside without waiting for permission. He moved with the confidence of someone who owned the place, which, in many ways, he did—at least in the sense that he owned m