Chapter 441

After the initial shock of the cold—it was a different kind of cold than she was used to—she had gawked like a tourist at the scenery that flashed past them on the drive to the house. She was stunned again to find that ‘house’ didn’t aptly describe the place they were staying. Rose Cottage, which was the name of the ‘house,’ wasn’t all that better. It was no cottage. The place was a freaking mansion. It had twelve bedrooms and what seemed like forty-two bathrooms. There was a cook and a maid and a fucking butler. Her bloody bedroom was bigger than her apartment and it had its own sitting room and ensuite. The ensuite was a marvel in itself. There was a freestanding bath with a view of, what the maid informed her was, the Alps. It was dark when they arrived so she couldn’t confirm or deny what the maid said, but she believed her. “Dessert?” A waiter appeared at her side with a little trolley full of all kinds of desserts. Emma felt her eyes go wide. “Um, yes?” She looked at Jake for con