Olivia still couldn’t believe how Morgan stood up for her, and finally, she got something she wanted.
At least Ava wouldn’t dare to mess with her, not again.
Even after the incident, Morgan didn’t spare her a glance, he walked ahead of Olivia, his gaze cold and aloof.
He finally halted, making Olivia bump into his sturdy back.
“Ouch!” She winched, caressing her forehead.
“Your clothes are messed up, you’ll have to change into something better.” He said, turning to look at her.
What!
Olivia circled her gaze around her dress, finding nothing wrong with her dress, she glanced up at Morgan, staring at him with confusion.
“You won’t change, will you? Fine, you can get your marriage certificate all dressed like that.” He said, resuming his walk.
“Marriage Certificate?” She gasped, arching her brows.
She slapped her forehead, recalling she was automatically married to Morgan, after she signed the contract. What’s left was to get a marriage certificate.
Though the word wife sounded foreign and unfamiliar to her ears. She swallowed, and looked around, only to find Morgan gone.
“Just Where did he go off to?” She murmured, carefully darting her eyes around the whole place.
She was still looking, when she was tapped on the shoulder, an unfamiliar scent wafting into her nose.
“Ma’am, please come with me.” A soft female voice said politely.
Again?
Olivia turned to meet with a blonde, young girl. She could be her age. She smiled back, about to protest when the girl added.
“Young Master Morgan, wants you to change into these” she said, escorting her into the changing room.
The girl smiled, handing the clothes to Olivia, who was still in awe as to how a changing room could be large and beautiful. What did she expect, the mall screamed of luxury and could only be relevant to rich and wealthy socialites?
She couldn’t even count the number of mirrors surrounding her, as each has a reflection of her.
Olivia was done dressing when two other ladies came into the room. She wasn’t even given the chance to take a proper look at her dress before one of the ladies asked her to sit down so her hair and make-up could be done.
Olivia couldn’t protest as they were ordered by the almighty young master. She cursed his generation for eighteen years because he didn’t let her know all these were going to be done to her.
Earlier, Morgan brought Olivia to the largest shopping mall in Manila, just so she could change her outfit.
Something came up that he had to leave her on her own, only coming back to see causing trouble. Her hair is a bit messy and clothes slightly crumpled. He could finally grab the opportunity to make her change out of that exposing outfit, that lustfully gave out her thighs.
Olivia’s hair and make-up was done quickly, she was stunned at the reflection of herself in the mirror. At least the cold man had a sense of fashion.
Drop-dead gorgeous!
Her wavy hair was packed neatly into a ponytail, letting two curly strands fall across each side of her face. Her make-up was light and classic, adding charm to her originally beautiful face.
Of course, she loved purple, but red wasn’t bad as she rocked an off shoulder fishtail gown that clung tightly to her, exposing her hour-glass figure. Sparkling diamonds were designed on the dress, thus making it more enchanting and elegant.
She walked out, heels clicking, earrings dangling, head held high. She opened the door to see Nicholas standing behind it, she gasped in surprise, suddenly thinking about how long he had been standing there for.
“Uncle Nicholas!” Olivia smiled awkwardly, unable to think of any other name to call him.
For a few seconds, Nicholas didn’t seem to recognize Olivia, not until her soft voice called out. He glanced at her, surprise flashed past his eyes, but was quickly replaced with his usual flat face.
“Young master is waiting for you.” He said, leading the way, while Olivia followed hurriedly. All thanks to her childhood friend who made her learn and master walking on heels.
Morgan could see Olivia’s figure from inside the car, walking out of the mall. His cold gaze was fixed on her, boring a joke right through her body, an unsaid emotion shimmering in his eyes, but was gone immediately when Olivia came into the car.
Olivia wouldn’t be Olivia if she didn’t stir trouble. She turned her gaze towards Morgan, who seemed reluctant about her presence.
“Happy now? You wouldn’t even compliment?” she said, poking out her head to get a full glance of him.
Morgan remained silent, eyes fixated on whatever he was looking at.
“What was I thinking? Iceberg!” She scoffed, looking away.
Nicholas stilled on the stirring, his eyes widening in shock, as he waited for a “Stop the car!” order, which would be finalized with “Get Lost!”
Three minutes passed, five minutes, one hour, he didn’t hear anything, he slowly breathed out, sighing in relief.
The civil office wasn’t crowded, it was only a few couples, including Morgan and Olivia. Spotted among other couples they could really win awards for being the hottest couples.
Although Morgan was wearing a Stoic expression, Olivia seemed to still be angry about earlier. Yet, their pictures were secretly taken by people who envied their union.
After they got the certificate and their pictures were taken, Olivia was suddenly feeling hungry. She glanced at Morgan and looked away, not wanting to speak to him.
They drove back to the estate. Unknown to Olivia, Morgan already asked Nicholas to order from the most expensive Chinese restaurant.
Morgan didn’t go into the house with her, he left with Nicholas heading to the office.
Olivia went into her room, only to find food packages on the table, she knitted her brows, scanning the room confused.
There was nothing usual, so she proceeded to open the package. This time, she gasped in excitement, seeing the delicious looking food.
“Who might have brought this to my room?” she mumbled, still opening the package.
Question for another time. She was hungry, and the food would satisfy her, not wanting to think more, she munched on food, and groaned in pleasure as to how good it made her buds feel.