d came fr

h real care. Since the day she entered their home as Theo's wife, he had welcomed her as if

wered her gaze to her injured hand

she finally spoke in

d around, only to realize Jennife

mind. This was the gentle, in

nd she had no intention of letting Je

in a cream gown made just for her and ma

an older man seated by a stone table, dressed in a lin

ace brightened. "Olivia! You mad

Vernon," Olivia

moved her bandaged hand behind he

er to sit beside him and poured her

lips, yet a trace of guilt

right with her, since she had alrea

guests. The moment he caught sight of Olivia smiling beside Vernon, his e

around her shoulders, drawing her in. His hand br

her skin didn'

rtain memories surfaced, ones that rem

. That thought alone settled it for hi

s touch, though she

en his gaze fell on the bandage wrapped ar

seen tha

breath. "It's been three years since your wedding," he sa

ked toward Theo, only to catch the look he sent h

he edge of her cup. "Theo and I haven't made a

s right. Olivia wants to focus on her work for no

y to fool me. This isn't Olivia's choice. It's yours. You're always busy,

l he did was nod, t

d something in Olivia. Her throat tig

ever made her feel like she had a place he

said in a low voice, reaching

u treated this way. If he ever crosses the lin

scene unfold, her grip tightening a

on favored Olivia only becau

me instrument, all for him. Yet Oliv

e. "Vernon," she called out sweetly. "I've been playing the accordion for