Judith POV "Yes, I would love to have a drink," he said affirmatively. I had anticipated a polite refusal, believing him too fatigued and thirsty to accept my offer. Despite a hectic day at the office, his willingness to assist us was a gesture for which I will remain eternally grateful. He appeared markedly different from the reputation that preceded him, though could a hundred people be entirely mistaken? Or perhaps he has multiple personality disorders. The door was unlocked, and we entered the house, which exuded warmth and coziness. "It's good to be home," I thought as I held the door open for him. "Welcome to my home, Mr. Nathan," I said, smiling. "Welcome to my home, Mr. Nathan," I said, smiling at him. Surveying the room with admiration, he complimented the decor, though his smile seemed forced. Observing his demeanor, I could detect tiredness, or probably discomfort. He must have gone to great lengths to help us. I offered him a seat, and he chose the nearest couch.
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