Alexander Arlan Ainsley POV

I was already in the room next to the Godfather and just finished taking a shower. This place felt so big and spacious. I was reminded of my girl's phobia, Nyctophobia to be precise.

"If Lizzy and I live together, will she be able to sleep in a dark room? I do not want her trauma to return," I muttered.

I still clearly remember how Lizzy reacted in the elevator when we first met. My girl's cry touched my heart, even though I was usually indifferent to other people.

I walked over to the nightstand near the bed. I had been charging my cell phone. When...