Jennifer looked at Vicky. "Vicky, I can give you the perfume if you need it. However, if the person you're looking for doesn't appear around you or the people you know, it won't work. I suppose you can use this to confirm if it's someone you know, at the very least."
Vicky nodded in agreement, believing it was an effective solution.
...
That night, Vicky returned home with the perfume, and as soon as she changed into her slippers, she spotted the man sitting on the couch in the living room.
He sat elegantly with his eyes on his phone, and Vicky narrowed her eyes when she glanced at his phone because it was the one he usually used.
She walked over to him. "Why are you back?"
He gazed up at her without a sign of abnormality in his expression. "Am I not welcomed here?"
"You are." Vicky avoided all the questions she wanted to ask but would never get the answers for. "Have you eaten?"
"No."
"I'll get Nanny Paterson to start preparing dinner, then."
"Sure."
40 minutes later, dinne
