The drive to Morgan’s house was smooth and nice. Olivia found Xavier to be very nice, he was way opposite from Morgan. Easy going and funny.
Xavier also told her that their mother were different, and that his own mother was alive.
“Thanks so much, for the ride.” Olivia smiled, getting out from the door.
“Oh common, you’re my sister in-law. I’d help you whenever and however I can.” Xavier shrugged, releasing a soft smile.
“Thank you again.” She smiled, waving him goodbye as he went back into his car and drove off.
Olivia was all smiles as she entered into the mansion. Morgan wasn’t home yet and as usual the house was quiet, with the securities roaming around the compound.
She went into the kitchen to find food, but none was available. Who was she kidding, Aunt Maureen was not around.
She opened the fridge and as expected, it was stucked with abundance of food items. Olivia hesitated on what to cook, she could actually make dinner for herself, eat and go to bed.
But thinking of Morgan, he only eats foods made by Aunt Maureen and since Aunt Maureen wasn’t around, he sure was going on empty stomach, or might order food from the most expensive restaurant in Manila.
Olivia once heard Aunt Maureen mention Morgan’s favorite meal. The problem was how she was going to prepare it, she can’t prepare it.
After thinking for a while, she decided to settle with what she can make. Having it in the back of her mind to try out the recipes of his favorite meal, some other time.
*****
The news of Morgan being caught with a woman, who’s face is yet to be seen was spreading throughout city like a wide fire.
The internet was bustling with thousands and millions of comments, coming especially from the female netizens who saw Morgan as their prince charming.
“Young master wouldn’t dare to bring a girl to a bar. He’s not that sneaky.”
“I’m sure that slut was forcing herself on him. She’s so shameless! Why hide your face?”
“Young master belongs to me, to that vixen trying to covet him, I’d haunt your dreams!”
“Oh my goshhh! Mom! your daughter has fallen in love. My young master is always dashing and gorgeous, i can’t help staring at his face all my life!”
“Why hide your face, Vixen. Young master would never take you. Do all you want!”
“Now I’m so angry, why would this unknown fuckface try to tarnish my young master like this!”
“I hope you die, slut.”
They hateful comments directed at Olivia kept coming. They would’ve have tracked her down, and beat her up, if her face was revealed.
Morgan was still in his office when Nicholas came in. He took out his tablet, and showed Morgan what was happening.
At first, Morgan wanted to decline, putting his concerns in social media matters. But seeing the hateful and resentful comments said about Olivia.
He got furious and took his phone.
“Have you not seen the news since morning? What are you waiting for, take it down already!” Morgan growled, giving him no chance to say a word.
“After you’ve done that, submit your resignation letter tomorrow. You’re fired!”
The man wasn’t given a chance to say a word, before Morgan hung up. He glanced at Nicholas, who was still standing next to him.
“Find the press organization behind that news and close it.”
Nicholas nodded, not uttering a word.
Olivia was done preparing dinner. She want sure if Morgan was going to eat the food she made, but she still served his on the dinning.
It’s wasn’t long before Morgan came back. He stormed into the living room, when his gaze fell on Olivia.
She sat at the dining, her face glued to her phone, as she seemed to be immersed in whatever she was doing.
Morgan frowned, as his gaze scanned the tray of food, which was covered.
Was she trying to be nice?
Olivia seemed to notice Morgan’s presence, which was always made obvious by the smell of his rich and addictive Cologne.
She smiled trying to ease up the awkward atmosphere. “You’re back.”
“Hmm” Morgan hummed in response, undoing his tie.
“I made dinner. Nicholas told me about Aunt Maureen, I’m sorry about that.” She sputtered.
“Who said you could make dinner?” Morgan chuckled, giving her puzzled look.
At this point, Olivia’s confidence was gone. She regretted making dinner for him, what was she thinking, making dinner for someone like Morgan?
Someone who wouldn’t even dare to eat from any random restaurant. He was selective when it comes to eating and had quite a taste.
“Well uhm, I thought you’d be hungry, and Aunt Maureen isn’t home to make you dinner. So..” she paused. Pausing her lips into a deep thin line. Her gaze looking everywhere but his face.
Morgan’s lips curved into a smile, as he found her action cute. She had boldly made dinner for him, but right now she seemed nervous or rather hesitant.
“So, you made dinner for me?” He teased, using the tip of his tongue to press his inner cheek.
“Yeah. I can take them away if you don’t like it.” She babbled, getting up from the chair.
“You will do no such thing.” he cut her off, before she could say another word.
Olivia watched in silent as Morgan took out a seat for himself, settling down as he uncovered the food.
Was he really going to eat that?