Scott Family's Main Residence.
The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm hue over the elegantly furnished bedroom. Juliet stood by the window, arms crossed as she observed the space that, despite her presence, still carried faint traces of Olivia.
She sighed. She didn't want to share a room with a ghost from the past.
Owen, already lounging on the bed in a black silk robe, watched her with mild amusement. "What's on your mind?" he asked, setting his phone aside.
Juliet turned to face him, biting her lip before she spoke. "I want to change a few things in here," she admitted. "I don't want any memory of Olivia lingering around."
Owen's lips twitched into a small smile as he pushed himself up, walking over to her. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. "Then make a list," he murmured against her hair. "I'll have the butler take care of everything."