Olivia’s recovery was pretty fast. As soon as she was discharged, she was brought to see her mother by Nicholas.
Her mom was still in a coma, making it impossible to speak to her. The doctor assured her that mother was free from danger, and that alone made her mind relax.
All through the process of meeting her mother, it was only Nicholas who escorted her. She didn’t see Morgan, although what he looked like was fuggy in her mind, she could tell the difference between Nicholas and him.
She followed Nicholas into a black Lamborghini Aventador SVJ, that screamed of luxury.
Although Nicholas has been polite to her, in every little conversation they shared, she still couldn’t help the feeling of nervousness that lingered within her.
The car sped along the road, finally halting at a presidential estate. Nicholas got out first. Olivia got out and hurriedly followed him.
“Where are we?” She asked, her eyes darting around the whole place.
“This is the young master’s place, and where you’d leave from now on, after signing the contract.” Nicholas stated.
Olivia was running behind him, as his steps were fast. Nicholas noticed this and reduced his pace.
Nicholas was welcomed by a shrewd-looking woman, with a round face, aunt Maureen. She smiled, her gaze stopping at Olivia.
“Who’s this?” she asked, sternly looking at Olivia.
Nicholas remained silent and walked past her. Olivia followed immediately, not sparing the old woman another glance.
“This is your room. The second room after yours is the master’s bedroom, and you should restrain from going there. The papers are prepared for you, all you have to do is to go through it and sign it.”
“If you have any more questions, go ahead and ask me.”
Olivia shook her head.
“Okay then, I would leave from here.” Nicholas nodded and turned to leave.
“Er hm, apart from the contract, are there other things I could do?” Olivia suddenly asked, stopping him in his tracks.
“Everything is stated in the contract.”
“Okay. Thank you.” she mouthed, turning to unlock the door knob.
She was in awe, with how spacious and beautiful the room was. Her room then, wasn’t even as large as this, it could be thrice or more of it.
She settled on the soft king-sized bed, feeling the softness it gave to her skin. Fortunately, she liked the fragrance of laundry.
It took her self-control not to succumb to sleep, she stood up, reaching for the table where the papers were settled.
She grabbed them off the table, settling on the bed again, her eyes intently fixed on the papers.
She was about to decide that would change her life either for good or bad. Her happiness depends on her mother’s health, as long as her mother was fine then she should be fine with signing the contract.
With that in mind, she signed the contract after going through it. A Ten-year was a whole long year, but she was willing to be In it, as long as he doesn’t back out from his words.
She kept the papers back, and sank into the bed, slowly drifting off to sleep.
In the evening, when Morgan was back from the office, his eyes scan around the living room, seemingly looking for something or rather someone, but it wasn’t in sight.
He walked along the hallways, stopping in front of Olivia’s room. Click! The door was unlocked by him.
His gaze fell on her petite figure coiled helplessly on the bed, her hair scattered over her face, making it impossible to see her face.
She was sleeping so reluctantly, like she hasn’t done it for a long while.
Morgan looked away from her, his expression aloof as he grabbed the papers from the table. After seeing her signature on it, a wicked smirk escaped his lips as he walked out with the papers.
Just as he left the room, shutting the door, Olivia’s eyes fluttered open. An unfamiliar yet familiar cologne wafted into her nose, removing the last bit of sleepiness left in her.
She sat up, scanning the room, when she had a knock on the door.
“Come in, please.” she said, adjusting her seating position.
Aunt Maureen walked in, “Freshen up and come down for dinner. Don’t keep the young master waiting.”
With that, she left the room, not sparing Olivia another glance. Olivia could only manage to mouth a thank you to her, before she left.
It was obvious this woman disliked her, but why? They haven’t even met before.
Olivia shrugged and went to wash up, inside where she supposed was the washroom. As expected, it was large and exquisite.
Olivia was done dressing up and came down to have dinner, just as she was about to step into the dinning room, her gaze fell on a man sitting in the corner of the dinning.
That must be him.
She walked straight to sit over, close to him.
He had a short black hair and handsome face with sharp edges. A pair of narrow and deep black phoenix eyes that exuded a cool aura.
With thin lips, slightly paused. He looked even more slender in his round neck black polo, exuding a noble and sharp aura that demanded attention, yet also a cold and aloof detachment.
His long and thin fingers tapped on the keyboard of his laptop. He paused briefly, noticing Olivia’s presence, as his cool gaze flickered over to her.
The next second, his eyes were glued back on his screen, ignoring her presence.
He is breathtakingly Handsome!
Olivia knitted her brows at his rude attitude. Was it not him that came to the hospital that day? Why is he acting different? Wait!
Olivia gasped as she turned to look at him again. Morgan sighed, as he closed his laptop.
“I’ve got something stuck on my face?” He said, lounging forward, making their faces close. His voice deep and smooth.
Olivia swallowed sharply, as she moved back, trying to create a distance. Every other word she had in mind was lost.
Morgan stared into her large puppy eyes, reading the fear and nervousness in them. He felt the urge to tease her more.
Aunt Maureen gasped in utter shock, when she walked into the dinning, carrying trays of food. From the angle she stood, anyone who saw Morgan and Olivia would think there were actually kissing.
It took her self-control not to let go of the tray she was holding. In her whole years of working in the mansion, she has never seen Morgan bring in a woman, talk more of kissing her.
Who exactly is this girl?
“Are you just going to Stand there and let the food get cold?”
Morgan’s deep voice snapped Aunt Maureen from her thoughts. She hurriedly went over and set the foods on the table.