Titus smiled.
“Of course, Aunt Seren. There’s no need to be formal with me. Whenever you come to Havenmill, this will always be your home. Stay here, eat here, and if you want to go sightseeing, I’ll arrange a couple of tour guides for you.”
He added, “And don’t bother renting cars. I have several sitting in my garage. Feel free to use whichever you like.”
Like most men, Titus loved cars.
His garage held enough luxury vehicles to put on a car show.
He couldn’t possibly drive all of them himself.
That didn’t even include the vehicles assigned to his bodyguards.
