(Jasper's POV)
I stare at the wall, replaying Scarlett’s words.
She wants to buy the house.
I don’t know if James intends to sell it, but since I gave her my word, I’ll have to find out.
The drive to their new house is longer than usual. Everything about this place is wrong. Too modern, too cold, too much like a showroom and nothing like a home. When Virginia opens the door, she's practically glowing with joy.
"Jasper! Perfect timing. I just finished arranging the living room. Come see."
She drags me inside before I can protest. The room is all white furniture and metallic accents, expensive but soulless.
"What do you think?" she asks, spinning around with her arms spread wide.
"It's very... clean."
"I know, right? Nothing like that cluttered old place. This place smells fresh.
