“Let's go downstairs, the food is ready," he said, moving ahead. He didn't get angry at me, is he okay with me wearing his shirt?

I'm glad he is, although I'm surprised…. He's a man that doesn't love me, so why's he okay with me wearing his shirt?

I just shrugged my shoulders when I couldn't get my answer. I walked after him. 

My eyes widened in amazement the moment we arrived in the living room, walking towards the dining. This ostentatious house is so beautiful although it's empty and dull. I believe no one lives in this house, it doesn't look lively. 

I wonder whose house is this. Maybe...