Olivia’s eyes settled on the varieties of delicacies set on the table, her mouth watered. The aroma was so appetizing, reminding her of how long she had tasted nice food.
She was actually going to have a taste of the foods which she usually sees in magazines, hoping one day she’d taste them.
She glanced at Morgan, who had already begun eating. Even his eating style screamed of dominance and elegance.
Olivia was still eating, when she felt a piercing gaze on her, she paused and raised her face to meet with Morgan’s dark eyes.
“Did you go through the contract before signing it?” Morgan suddenly asked, startling Olivia.
“Yeah, I did read it.” She nodded, looking down on her food.
Of course, she didn’t go through it, she only read the first page and proceeded to sign it.
“If so, I shouldn’t remind you of what to do after this dinner.” Morgan said, getting up from the site as he wiped his mouth.
“Eh?!” Olivia paused, knitting her brows confused, as her gaze followed Morgan.
Morgan walked out, heading to the master’s bedroom, without sparing her another glance.
Olivia got up and hurriedly went after him. She’s never heard his name, so she didn’t call him and continued running after him. Before she could get to him, he already went into his room and shut the door.
Olivia hissed, panting hard from running. She turned and slowly went into her room. She didn’t even get a chance to thank aunt Maureen for the food.
Talking about the papers, she went to the table to go through it, only to find out it was gone. She frowned, checking the whole table but couldn’t find anything.
She stood there, her eyes scanning the entire room. “Could it be…?”
It now made sense to her, the cologne she scented upon waking up and the cologne she perceived when Morgan drew close to her, they were the same.
It could only mean one thing, He came into her room and took away those papers.
“That’s not fair! He didn’t even let me know” she mumbled, slumping into the bed.
In the morning, when Olivia woke from sleep, she washed her face and got out of her room, heading to the Master’s room searching for Morgan.
Just as she was about to knock, the door was opened from inside and Nicholas’s face came into view.
Olivia bit her lips, looking like a student who committed an offense. Of course, she could remember when Nicholas told her to avoid wandering close to the Master’s room.
“Was he going to break the contract?” With this question in mind, Olivia quickly bent her head, apologizing to Nicholas for going against his rule.
“It’s fine, I understand. Young master requests you to get dressed., You’re going out with him.” Nicholas said flatly and left.
Olivia nodded obediently and went back into her room. She came with nothing, all the clothes lined up in the wardrobe were for females, the best part was that they were actually her size.
Maybe he has a sister, who was the same size as her, or probably one of his girlfriends. So she thought, taking out a purple dress.
Morgan could be seen, seated on the black leather, limited edition couch, legs crossed and eyes focused on his laptop.
He paused when he noticed Olivia’s presence. His dark eyes accessing her, brows knitted together, that it could kill a fly.
Olivia swallowed hard, feeling his cold seep through her. She felt Stark naked under those dark eyes.
She couldn’t give him the satisfaction of believing she was afraid of him. Furthermore, she smiled cutely, accentuating the faint dimples spotted on her cheeks.
Olivia was eighteen, yet her good looks and figure could put her fellow girls into shame. Hair wavy and brown, eyes large and white like that of a puppy, porcelain skin smooth as jade, busty and tiny waist swaying down to a curvy and plump hips. All these were followed with smooth long legs.
“What are you smiling for? How could you wear this, don’t you know where we’re going?” Morgan asked, his voice laced with irritation and impatience.
Olivia furrowed her brows confused, she looked at her dress once more before raising her head to look at Morgan.
“What do you mean? Can’t I wear a cloth of my choice? And I have no idea where we’re going” she fired back, head held high.
Olivia chose to wear a purple dress because she loved purple, and the styling was to her liking.
A Velvet V-neckline, balloon sleeve, straight long gown that has a slit stopping above her knees, slightly exposing her jade-like thighs. Making her exude an aura of elegance and nobility.
“Fine, let’s go.” Morgan mouthed, angrily walking out.
Olivia sighed, cursing him in her mind.
He should be the one to change his outfit. He appeared Noble, cold and workaholic in his custom tailored suit, that screamed of affluence. Yes, he appeared simple but not simple.
Still not aware of where they were going, Olivia sat next to Morgan at the back seat, continuously stealing glances at him. The latter was quiet, not sparing her a glance.
Feeling bored, Olivia turned to look at him, “Where are we going? To see your father?”
Morgan remained silent.
Feeling irritated after being ignored, she looked away from him, feasting her eyes on the beautiful roads, not until she was carried away by sleep.
Morgan turned to look at her, a few strands of her wavy hair fell across her face, which seemed to slightly cover her smooth beautiful face. Morgan’s gaze stopped on her plump, heart shaped ruby lips, his gaze seemed to darken and he looked away.
Her scent wafted into his nose, when he tried adjusting her nodding head, a scent he liked. A mixture of Lavender and strawberry, and another heartwarming scent he couldn’t pinpoint.
Morgan was supposed to be angered by her snores, but he seemed unbothered, having the idea she would deny it, once said she was snoring.
Olivia lashes flutters open, when she hears Morgan speaking to someone over the phone, though the call has already ended.
She frowned deeply when Morgan told Nicholas to pull the car over, in front of a designer shop.
“Does he want to buy clothes for someone? No, he doesn’t look like one that gives presents to people.” Olivia thought.
Still lost in thought, when the door was opened from outside with Nicholas standing beside it signaling her to come down, gently.
Olivia was shocked, but smiled and nodded a thank you to him. She could already see Morgan walking majestically into the large building, she hurriedly ran after him.
She was greeted by an expensive and luxurious decor, with limited edition outfits neatly arranged. Clothes she couldn’t afford, even if she were to work every second of her day.
“Just how rich was this man?” She muttered lowly, glancing at Morgan, who was speaking to a slender woman.
Olivia snorted, as her gaze was stuck on him. He was damn handsome yet annoying and mean.
“He could be toasting a woman, and one would think he was discussing business with her.” She let out a low chuckle, looking past him.
Olivia was looking around when a tall, young and pretty lady approached her. “Ma’am, come this way, clothes like these are specially meant for you.” The lady smiled, escorting her further into the shop.
Olivia wanted to protest because she didn’t have any intention of buying those expensive clothes, but the lady was persuasive, and she couldn’t shake her off.
“If Morgan really brought and left her by herself, then it wouldn’t hurt to cause trouble for him.” she smiled, brewing trouble in her mind.