Jocelyn's POV

　　"Dominic!" I yelled the moment I entered through the grand high-ceilinged entrance of the mansion. Familiar scents of polished wood and fresh flowers welcomed me, but there lay no warmth here, much as was the case with the man owning the place.

　　"I brought some important documents from my father. He insisted that I deliver them personally."

　　Dominic came downstairs impassive from the top of the stairs, almost as if it would have been out ...