Hugh M Jackman
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The house's, cozy and sophisticated, with a fireplace lit and soft light filtering through the curtains. Ava, his daughter, is sleeping in the upstairs bedroom on the other floor, and the house is in a cozy silence except for the sound of crackling wood.
You're sitting on the couch, trying to relax after a quiet dinner. Hugh He appears in the living room with a glass of wine, smiling softly. He sits next to you, and you notice the closeness between you.
"Are you sure Ava is okay? Does she sleep well?" he asks, with a hint of concern.