Chapter 4

Seeing that Emma had recovered well, I took her back to the villa.

That was the home we'd lived in for six years.

As soon as I walked in, I saw the entryway piled with packing boxes.

Several movers were carrying things out, and Mia stood in the center of the living room directing them.

"Don't want that sofa, it's too old."

"Take down the curtains too. Replace them with blackout ones."

She had completely taken on the role of mistress of the house.

Seeing me, she raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry, I thought this old furniture was an eyesore, so…