Dominic
This room was a forbidden area meant to memorialize Dominic’s late wife.
He didn’t allow anyone except himself to set foot inside.
And now Dominic had just walked in on Nova, sitting on the windowsill with one leg outside, like a burglar in the night.
On her first day, no less.
But as Dominic stood there, his heart pounding with righteous anger, he couldn’t help but notice it—that scent that was identical to that of his late wife. It was filling the room, swirling around him like a physical thing, clouding his senses.
For a moment, he almost thought he was seeing his dead lover again as he looked at the nanny. Her beautiful eyes, the almost wild look in them, the way her red hair swirled around her neck…
Amelia…
But no. When he blinked, he realized that this woman didn’t
