Morning sunlight is warm and a gentle breeze is blowing.
It's the weekend, and Marcus Shaw and Oliver Scott have finished their early reading. The former consciously goes to the kitchen to cook, while the latter opens the door leading to the balcony to water the flowers and plants on time.
Just then, the sound of the front door being suddenly pushed open is heard—
Oliver takes two steps back, looks back at the entrance, "Brother-in-law—"
The words stop abruptly.
He stands there, dumbstruck.
It's a woman, looking about the same age as Nora Scott, with short hair, wearing casual clothes. Her appearance is delicate and pretty, but at first glance, she feels not "beautiful" but "cool".
Heroic and dashing.
The unique and dashing temperament seemed to be derived from somewhere unknown.
He vaguely seems to have seen it in his military relatives.
