When she came out of the bathroom wearing a nightgown, Hans was already in the room and had unbuttoned his shirt. Calmly, Violette went to the dressing table and began her facial routine.
Hans stood behind her and gently squeezed her shoulders.
"Sorry I'm home late. Damien insisted on going to the amusement park and lost track of time."
"Hm. It's okay."
Hans leaned down, resting his chin on Violette's shoulder and kissing her neck.
The scent of Hans's expensive perfume mixed with the pungent scent of roses made Violette's stomach churn. Her lips smiled bitterly as she remembered who the owner of that rose perfume was.
"Vio, just be quiet today," Hans whispered, kissing her earlobe. "Are you uncomfortable with Irene being here?"
"No," Violette replied with a fake smile.
"Irene is just our sister-in-law. She's also part of the Lombardi family."
"I know.”
"Is it because Damien is too close to Irene that you're upset?"
"No. They should be close because they are mother and son."