Olivia woke up with teary eyes, her heart pounding loudly in her chest, as her body was soaked with her sweat.
She couldn’t believe she had a nightmare, because it felt so real, that she cried bitterly.
She dreamt, when Ava and Hilda, went to her mother’s ward in the hospital. They accused her of stealing Larry and forced her to kill herself. When she came into the ward, her mother’s blood was draped all over the floor, her body lying lifelessly on the bed.
She cried, clutching her mom’s body to her chest, her heart aching that it felt like it was going to break into pieces. Ava and her mother laughed scornfully at her, gloating proudly in her misery.
Olivia glanced around the room, it was still obviously dark. She needed to call the doctor, she needed to know if her mother was okay, but she had no phone.
She laid on the bed, tears rolling down her cheeks, as she thought about losing her mother. It was unbearable.
Later in the morning, Olivia was dressed casually in an apricot flay gown, that stopped above her knees, with a sweetheart neckline.
She tied her hair into an undone bun, leaving a few curly strands to fall down.
Olivia wasn’t feeling like herself, her spirit was down so was her mood. She didn’t have the energy to look good or to impress Morgan’s father, she applied no make-up and didn’t care about looking in the mirror.
She strode out of the room, walking to the dinning to join Morgan, since the meal had been served, even though she had no appetite.
She took out a chair a6s sat down, not caring to return the gaze Morgan threw at her.
After a few minutes of playing with the food, she got up, and then glanced at Morgan, who had his eyes fixed on the food.
“I’ll be waiting for you in the car.” She managed to mumble and left.
Morgan remained silent, not looking her way, even though he was stealing glances at her, while she played with the food, bringing none to her mouth.
Before Olivia could get the car, she was stopped by Morgan, who was a few inches close to her.
How come?
She paused and turned around to face him. Morgan’s gaze scoured her, stopping on her face.
“Why are your eyes sullen?” His deep baritone voice asked.
“It’s nothing, maybe I overslept.” She shook her head, trying not to meet his dark eyes.
“You should at least find a better lie.”
“I said it’s nothing” she hissed, turning to move away from him.
But Morgan beat her to it, grabbing her wrist before she could walk away. This time careful, so she wouldn’t knock her face into his chest.
Tears welled up in her eyes, for reason she knew not. She brought her face down, so Morgan wouldn’t notice her tears but she was always unlucky.
Morgan carried her back into the sitting room. He sat her down on his lap, so he could stroke her hair, his gaze fixed on her wet face.
“Does your face still hurt from last night?” He asked, brushing back the strands of hair that fell across her face.
That feeling was back again,
His heart tugged with emotions he couldn’t fathom, all he wanted to do was pull her to his chest and put a stop to those tears. Her tears were something he couldn’t overlook.
Olivia shook her head, trying to blink back tears.
Morgan stared at her with furrowed brows, he had no idea of what to do with the girl in front of him. Coaxing or petting a woman to stop her tears wasn’t his type of thing.
“Come here.” He said, pulling her face into her chest.
His hands stroked her hair, as that was all he could do to make her stop crying.
“Are you afraid to meet my father?” He asked, still stroking her hair.
Once again, Olivia shook her head.
“Okay, What do you want? I’d give you anything, if you promise to stop crying.”
Olivia wanted to act normal and strong in front of Morgan, she didn’t want anyone to see her inner turmoil. What she didn’t know was that she was going to cry once he grabbed her.
Fresh tears fell from her face as soon as Morgan grabbed her wrist. They fell more as he asked her possible question behind her tears.
Maybe she needed someone to rely on, someone who’d coax her. All these while, she hasn’t heard from her mom, her dad has left her for his mistress, she needed someone she could cry on their shoulder.
And now Morgan was making it worse, trying to be that person. Apart from her mother, no one has asked her the reason behind any tears shed.
She needed her mother, she was all she wanted. The urge to cry and rant to her mother was heavy.
“I want to visit my mother.” She finally mumbled, her voice messy and low.
Morgan brows deepened, as his heart panged with pain. He had almost forgotten that Olivia had a mother, and that was the only reason she was living with him.
Thinking about that he took out his phone and called Nicholas, informing him about the change of plans.
Olivia couldn’t believe Morgan was canceling the visit to her father just so she could go see her mother.
A smile crept up her lips as she raised her head to look at him. “Thank you.” She smiled, wiping her tears.
Even with her messy and tear stained face, she was beautiful, though she looked more fragile and pitiful.
Morgan felt relieved, if anything, he finally found a way to make her stop crying. It was like a mission impossible for him, but he’s already achieved it.
“Go wash your face. Nicholas would drop you off at the hospital, I’d head to head to the office.”
“What about your father?” Olivia asked, not helping the guilty feeling in her chest.
“Tomorrow.”
“Thank you.” Olivia nodded, and got up from Morgan’s lap.
Olivia was out of his sight, yet her fragrance of lavender and honey and milk lingered within him. One that he loved.