CHAPTER 045
OLIVIA’S POV
I tried pulling my hand out, but there was no luck. Why was he holding my hand so tightly? He never said he was going to do this in the lies he asked me to tell.
And when was this conversation going to end? My heart pounded slightly as I looked from Adrian to my parents, hoping they wouldn’t see the nervousness in my eyes.
“And what about you? How are things going now with the two of you?” My dad’s voice. snapped me out of my thoughts.
“Yes, why don’t you tell them?” Adrian said to me as he used his finger to scratch my palm subtly. It was a silent warning, a reminder to stick to the script. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. But I had to.
“Well, all couples fight. What matters is if they can swallow their ego and patch things. back up. I do know of some people who would rather die than do that.” I shot Adrian a quick look, knowing he understood I was referring to him.
He laughed a bit and squeezed my hand tighter, his grip almost bruising.
“But thankfully, we are not like them. Yes, I acted a bit immature, but we sorted things. out, and now we’re here,” I added.
Adrian gave a nod of approval. “Exactly.”
“That is lovely to hear. You two make me so happy,” my mom said, smiling warmly, but I could tell she was assessing me, trying to read between the lines.
My dad checked his watch, then said, “We have a meeting to attend, so we can’t stay long.”
“Sure, no problem. Please stop by more often,” Adrian said smoothly, ever the perfect son–in–law when he needed to be.
I don’t know if it was just me, but when Adrian spoke to my parents, it was like he was hiding something–like he was trying to suppress his anger. But why though? Was he in a bad mood today? His expression was unreadable, but something about his tone. made me uneasy.
Adrian shook hands with my dad and then escorted them to the door. I didn’t bother coming along because I might just mess things up.
Besides, I was really hungry. I hadn’t eaten, and since my parents weren’t hungry, I felt
I like it would have been rude to eat while they were speaking with Adrian.
I dished myself a plate full of foo Successfully unlocked ight there in the kitchen. The warmth of the food soothed me a lie, yiringlef moment of comfort. But of course, it didn’t last long.
Adrian walked in on me with his usual disgusted look.
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I swear, that look was his signature expression. No matter what I did, he always found a way to look at me like that.
I rolled my eyes and ignored him. My meal was way more important. When he was tired, he would leave–and he did.
After finishing my food, I felt satisfied. When was the last time I ate my own cooking? It was good to know I hadn’t lost my skill.
Now that I was done with that, it was time to get some information from Adrian. I hadn‘
been too rude to him today, so maybe we could actually have a conversation.
Now, where could he be?
I checked the bedroom, his library, and the garden, but he wasn’t there. I eventually found him in the gym, running on the treadmill. His focus was sharp, his movements. precise.
I guess my parents coming over earlier had disrupted his workout routine.
Okay, so I was going to go in there, pretend as if I was also working out, and then
I casually start a conversation.
“Hope I don’t puke,” I muttered, placing a hand on my stomach.
I went up to my room, changed into a nice gym outfit, and then went to join Adrian. It had been a long time since I used the gym. I walked over to the dumbbells and tried lifting a 20kg weight.
I intended to use it for squats, but I couldn’t even pick it up.
“Why is this so heavy?” I grumbled to myself, frustrated.
Adrian wasn’t paying attention to me. He had his earbuds in, so he couldn’t hear me. His focus was entirely on his workout.
I walked over to his side and tapped him on the shoulder.
“When will you be done with this?” I asked.
He took off his earphones and gave me a weird look.
“There are three more over there that you can use,” he replied, pointing at the other treadmills.
“Well, I like this one and want to use it,” I said, folding my arms.
It might seem like I was trying to get on his nerves, but I was just trying to start a conversation–and it wasn’t really going well.
“Well, I’m not going to be done anytime soon, so I suggest you use the other ones,” he replied coldly.
“Sure, sure,” I muttered.
“Is there something else?” he asked, his tone irritated.
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“Yeah, I’ve been thinking… The lady that got into the accident–the one you paid–how is she doing?” I asked.
“She’s fine,” he replied without hesitation.
“Okay, okay… And um, what’s her name?” I asked, trying to sound casual.
He pressed the power button on the treadmill to stop it, then turned to me with narrowed eyes. “And why do you want to know?”
“Well, I’m a caring person, that’s why,” I said with a shrug.
I think he might have suspected something because he grabbed his towel and immediately left the gym without another word.
“Jerk,” I muttered under my breath.
Just because I was trying to get information from him didn’t mean I was chasing after him. I bit my nail and leaned against the window, thinking. If he wasn’t going to tell me, I needed to find another way to get it.
But how?
His phone.
She should be in his contacts, or they might have spoken on WhatsApp. I’ll give it a try.
Icould check when he was in the shower–which he should be doing now since he just finished working out.
I got up and quickly rushed to our room. His phone was lying on the bed while he was in the shower. I picked it up, but it required a Face ID or password.
What was I going to do now?
