She frowned, leaned closer, and took a careful sniff. That was it—that was the smell.
Her hands froze. She knew this scent all too well—it was Skylar Hayes's homemade ointment.
Even though she hadn't smelled it in over a year, and despite the scent on Cedric Grant being very faint, she was certain she wasn't mistaken.
'So, he went to see Skylar Hayes? Is he really going to reconcile with her and her daughter just to use Clara Grant to cozy up to the Quinn family?'
'Has he even considered my feelings? Has he thought about our daughter and me at all?'
A storm was raging in Jean Jarvis's heart, but her face remained impassive. She continued helping him change his clothes and asked, feigning nonchalance, "So, where were you today?"
Cedric Grant tilted his head back slightly, letting her straighten his collar. "Where else?" he said calmly. "The office, of course."
"At the office all day?" Jean Jarvis looked up at him and asked again.
