Olivia seemed to sense my gaze and deliberately let her camisole slip down.
I walked over, not saying a word, just helping her adjust it.
She continued cooking, but seemingly intentionally, her low neckline revealed a hint of allure.
"Oh! When did you come over? You scared me."
Olivia pretended to be startled, then jumped into my arms.
"Did I really scare you that much?"
I teased, running my fingers through her hair.
Olivia instantly melted into my touch. A fragrance enveloped me, but I gently pushed her away.
"Shouldn't you be heading back now?" I said, moving towards the stove to check on the food.
Olivia seemed momentarily taken aback and nodded.
"Should I see you off later?" I asked.
She nodded again, then shook her head.
Without further words, I started setting the table for dinner.
Olivia, no longer shy as before, took the items from my hands, instructing me to sit and wait for the meal.
Honestly, over the past two year, I had observed Olivia's care for me, but her many secrets made it hard for me to trust her.
Just as I pondered this, the doorbell rang. Opening the door, I found Megan standing there, immediately launching into a tirade upon seeing me.
"Why copy the plot in melodramatic romance dramas? Do you think I won't be able to catch up with you after you go abroad?"
