The two unknown individuals, who were competing for the dress with a difference of 5 hundred thousand, had their respective numbers as 007 the first bidder and 205, the second bidder.
“4 million pesos”
The whispers and murmurs grew louder. It was still shocking to them, how someone would be willing to spend such an amount on the dress. The worst part was that they couldn’t see his/her face, as their number was used to represent them.
Some minutes passed and no one else said anything, not even the second bidder. Just when everyone thought he/she had won and the auctioneer was about to declare the first bidder as the winner, he stopped abruptly.
“20 Million pesos!”
Everywhere fell silent, as they watched the screen. The number of this particular bidder was different, from the previous people, he/she was different.
They turned their heads around, in hopes of seeing the person, but it was just their delusive thinking.
Meanwhile, in the room, Olivia glanced at Morgan, when she saw twenty Million appear on the screen, with the exact number he was holding.
“Did you just bid?” She asked, staring intently at him.
“Hmm” Morgan nodded.
“Why? It’s such a huge amount, are you going to wear it?”
Morgan snorted, he raised his face to look at Olivia and shook his head. “Why would I want to wear female clothes? I like it, so I bought it.” He admitted, not retracting his gaze, as he stared intensely at her, studying her expression.
Olivia laughed, imagining what he would like in a female dress, especially the one he bought.
“What’s funny?” Morgan asked, creasing his brows.
“Nothing, it’s just good that you bought the cloth.” She muttered.
What if he was buying it for Nessa?
Olivia turned sullen at the thought of it, she glanced at Morgan, this time with knitted brows, and aloof eyes.
“You’re buying it for Nessa, right?” she asked, trying to sound as reluctant as she could be.
Morgan paused, his brows got deeper, as he narrowed his eyes at her.
“Who’s Nessa?”
Olivia chuckled, “You’re trying to play dumb, aren’t you? Anyways, you can choose to deny it, not like it matters to me.” She smiled and looked away.
Morgan didn’t fail to see the hurt expression that flashed through her eyes. He racked his mind to think of anyone with the name Nessa, in fact there was none.
He could have asked her more questions, but right then wasn’t the time to do that, so instead of asking her, he looked away from her and fixed his gaze on his laptop.
Olivia swallowed, as her heart tightened. She really wasn’t expecting Morgan to explain anything to her, but his sudden silence explained everything to her.
She hated the feeling that was crawling into her chest, like her heart was being squeezed by invisible hands. She wanted to leave, to go away from him, him, and everything that concerned him.
After a while, Olivia still couldn’t shake off the feeling, as she had lost interest in watching and following the program.
“I want to use the restroom.” She muttered, trying to sound as calm as she could be.
Morgan nodded, and she got up, heading for where she supposed was the restroom.
Olivia closed the door behind her, as she went into the washroom, she splashed water on her face, and took a deep breath.
She stared at the mirror for a long time, though she wasn’t actually looking at the mirror, but her blank gaze was stuck there.
Olivia couldn’t bring herself to go back into the room, as she felt stuffy and uncomfortable under Morgan’s gaze and presence.
An idea popped into her mind, as she walked around the room. Olivia knew no one was going to come in, as it was a private room, for only Morgan.
She paused, when she caught sight of an opened door, it was a washroom, but wasn’t easily noticed. Olivia went inside there, and closed the door, as hugged herself and squat down.
It was almost an hour, yet Olivia wasn’t back to room. Morgan frowned and glanced at the sofa where she sat earlier. Her phone was there, alongside her purse.
When Morgan couldn’t wait anymore, he kept his laptop aside and got up, with large strides, he went into the restroom.
Morgan’s eyes darkened, as his eyes searched through the large place, and couldn’t find Olivia.
He ruffled his hair, trying to ignore the heavy tugging in his chest. “Olivia? Olivia!” He yelled, walking further into the restroom.
“Olivia! Are you there?”
There was still no response. Morgan had already reached the end of the restroom, yet there was no glimpse of Olivia. He turned around, about to leave, when his eyes stopped on a closed door.
He narrowed his eyes on the door, as he could remember that other doors he went by were opened, but the door in front of him was closed.
Without wasting any more second, he kicked the door hard, and it flew open immediately, revealing Olivia’s petite figure, coiled up on the floor.
“Olivia?” Morgan muttered, his face suddenly softening.
Olivia brought her face up to look at him, her glistening and red eyes locked with his dark and tender gaze, her tears fell.
As fast as one could blink, Morgan carried her off the floor, his gaze locking with hers, as he walked out the restroom in large strides.
“You seem to like crying, hmm?” Morgan said, as he settled on the sofa, with Olivia on his laps.
Olivia remained silent, as she wiped her tears, trying to look away from Morgan’s hooded gaze.
“Who offended you?” He asked, this time pulling away the strands of hair that fell across her face.
Olivia was scared of the feeling growing in her heart, no way is she being miserable just because Morgan was dating someone else and even bought a dress, in her very own presence.
She shook her, “I don’t want to stay here anymore.” She finally said, unlocking her gaze with his.
As much as Morgan was confused, he couldn’t ask her why she wanted to leave all of a sudden.
If it was another girl, he wouldn’t even dare to care about her tears, or what caused them, but the woman right in front of him was good at dealing with his emotions.
Even though he couldn’t fathom the cause of her tears, he wanted to coax her, to stop those tears, as they were only needed when she’s pinned under him. When those tears are of pleasures, not pains.
“Prepare the car.” He informed Nicholas, through the phone.