272 A Raging Bull's Calm Demeanor

Angela met Oliver who was on his phone when she approached him by the stairs. "Where were you?" His brows drew together.

"I was in the room next to mine. I had to show Gael the um...towels." She avoided her brother's gaze and began descending the stairs, afraid that he would see through her lies. Her face was hot with the image of Gael in his gloriously naked body still stuck in her head.

Oliver glanced at the hallway, focusing on the guestroom door before following his sister downstairs. He was suspicious of his sister, but he didn't call her out on it.

"What did you want?" she wondered, trying to change the subject.

"We'll put up the Christmas tree."

Angela's face brightened in anticipation. She was a bit confused but also excited at the same time. "Really? We haven't done that in a while."