Johnny took Tilda back to his place.
He felt that hotels were only for hookups and it was not suitable for bringing Tilda along.
Standing at the entrance of the villa, Tilda glanced inside and then turned to stare at Johnny.
“Why did you bring me here?” she asked.
She thought they would go straight to a hotel or something…
But this was a high-end residential area in Northville City! Most likely, this villa was Johnny’s place.
“Aren’t you… you know?” she asked, leaving Johnny speechless.
Using his fingerprint to unlock the door, he stepped aside. “Come in.”
Tilda hesitated for a moment before following him into the villa.
The place was lavishly decorated, like a hotel lobby… Expensive marble sculptures could be seen everywhere, and the furniture looked ridiculously pricey. Even the large crystal chandeliers on the ceiling were dazzling!
The style perfectly matched Johnny, a man who was like a peacock!
Tilda guessed and confirmed within minutes that he must have brought many women here before!
This way, he could show off his wealth and make women think that if they served him well, they could live here forever without having to go outside to book a room. After all, everything they needed was right here. So convenient!
“Come in,” Johnny said as he noticed Tilda still standing at the entrance. He walked over and handed her a pair of Chanel slippers.
Even if Tilda was poor, she recognized this brand!
“No, thanks, I’ll go barefoot,” she said. She didn’t deserve slippers that cost thousands or tens of thousands!
“They’re brand new. My mom bought them but never wore them,” Johnny said, noticing her hesitation. He narrowed his long eyes and smiled at her. “Don’t worry. You’re the first one I’ve brought home.”
Tilda rolled her eyes without hesitation.
“How many times have you said that?”
“What do you mean?”
“‘You’re the first one I’ve brought home’ that line,” Tilda shrugged. “You’ve said it to every girl who has been here, right?”
Johnny was speechless, his thick eyebrows furrowing. “This is my home! How could I just bring any woman here? Occasionally, my parents also stay here!”
When he dated women, it was always outside!
“Hmph, but you still brought me here casually,” Tilda retorted.
“I-” Johnny began.
“Forget it. It doesn’t matter to me.” Tilda waved her hand, not wanting to hear his long-winded explanations. “Which room?”
Johnny Was speechless.
Tilda stared at him and became even more impatient. “Tell me already, Mr. Chow. I’m really running out of time! My parents will call me soon!”
“Just go straight ahead to my bedroom,” Johnny replied.
Johnny, already worn down by her antics, could only sigh and bend down to pick up the slippers. He followed Tilda, who was walking barefoot toward the bedroom.
After spending the night in the car and traveling back from Sweden without resting, he was truly exhausted.
As Tilda pushed open the door and walked in, she was surprised to find that Johnny’s bedroom didn’t have the same grand feeling as outside.
It clearly looked like a guy’s bedroom, with black, white, and gray colors everywhere.
She instinctively glanced at the toothbrush on the bathroom sink.
Just one.
There was only one towel and a bath towel as well.
This indicated that he didn’t currently have a long-term bed partner.
Tilda didn’t say much and immediately started undressing, wanting to get it over with quickly.
When Johnny saw her take off her coat and reach for the buttons on her shirt, he stood up and stopped her with his hand.
“You’re in such a hurry to leave?” he asked.
“Of course! Am I going to stay here and talk about love?”