Chapter 6: You'll like it from now on

The bastard actually hung up the phone? Noah looked at the blacked-out screen of his cell phone; what a waste of his concern for him, eh?

I got to and have to ask for it in person.

Liam hung up the phone, low air pressure radiating all around him.

In the evening, the black Maybach cuts through the night and pulls up in front of Parkview Heights.

Hearing the commotion, Olivia got up and out the door in a hurry.

The man's long, straight legs stepped off the door; Olivia ran up to the arm on the arm, lifting his head, eyelashes long and curly, a pair of Chu Chu moving watery eyes gently looking at him, opening like a breeze over the tip of the heart: "back?"

The man's lingering frosty aura dispersed, and the shimmering light in the depths of his black eyes paused. He had, and the two walked into the house together.

The maid was busy coming over to pick up the clothes and get the slippers; Olivia waved her hand, "No, I'll do it."

Liam looks down to change his shoes.

Olivia's slender, lithe legs under her short dress, with a complexion as white as cream, were then pierced by a splash of red at the bare feet.

The next second, a warm hand covered it, "How did you get hurt?"

ered it, "How did it hurt?"Olivia twisted her head to look at her back ankle before she realized what he was asking and continued to tiptoe around to hang up his jacket, "The new shoes are a little abrasive and scuffed up a little bit, so it's not much of an injury."

As soon as the words left his mouth, his entire body was picked up by Liam in a horizontal hug; the man's deep contours were taut, and his brow was slightly furrowed, "Ellie, bring the medicine kit over here."

His voice was no different than his usual tone, but Olivia was still keenly aware of the hint of heartache in the bottom of his eyes.

Ellie was also filled with joy to see that there was this scene when Liam and Olivia had never been so close.

Olivia had been cross with Liam before, but Olivia was having such a rough time herself that she didn't know whether to feel sorry for Olivia or Liam.

Now, that's what makes this house feel like a bit of a home.

Liam placed Olivia on the couch so she could recline and pull alcohol out of the medicine cabinet.

Olivia shrank back and prepared to get up when she saw that Liam looked like he wanted to take care of her wounds himself.

Stuttering, he spoke, "I'll... Do it yourself."

"Don't move!"

Her ankle felt the warmth of the palm, and Liam pulled her slim calf up to rest on his lap before gently sterilizing the scuffed skin with a swab moistened with alcohol.

"Rip-"

The alcohol seeped into the wound and hurt and itched, and Olivia sucked in a breath that shook her foot along with it.

"Ouch?" Liam's low, mellow voice rang out.

"A little bit."

Liam's hand movements were a few moments lighter, "There won't be a next time."

"Huh?" She was a little confused when Liam suddenly said that.

"I'll be sure to have them check and take care of any new shoes that come in from now on, and it won't happen again." Liam's crisp voice went a little colder.

It took Olivia a moment to react to the fact that his statement that there wouldn't be a next time was an apology, a heartfelt one, and a self-condemnation. Just for something as trivial as rubbing her feet on the new shoes he'd given her.

This man is outwardly decisive and thunderous but, to her, can be so warm and meticulous. What kind of evil was he in his previous life, that he didn't love the man who was so good to her, and his heart was full of that scum Lucas.

"Oh my god, what are you two doing in the middle of the day?" Noah came in and saw these two making out.

Spotting Noah in the doorway, Olivia scrambled to retrieve her foot from Liam's leg and sat up straight, her face so flushed with blush that she couldn't hide her weakness, and if he didn't know better, he'd think something had just happened between the two of them.

Noah, the second son of the Martinez family. The Martinez family is also a large family in Cedarburg, where the pharmaceutical industry started; the eldest son, Lincoln, is also a rare business talent. However, Noah was not interested in his family's business, and he was in his own hospital as a small doctor.

The man was handsome and dashing, but he had a bad reputation for being a womanizer. She couldn't quite understand how Liam and he could be good buddies.

"The streetlights are on in the middle of the day?" Seemingly displeased that Noah was ruining the rare cozy atmosphere he and Olivia were enjoying, Liam opened his mouth with extraordinarily choking words.

"It's all broad daylight before the nightlife even starts for me!" Noah spoke cynically as his sword brows flicked up.

"Is there something wrong with coming over at this hour?" Liam returned him tersely.

It's really choking; Noah is really going to curse in his heart; he's not the one who has a problem, OK? If it wasn't for the fear that Liam would have something to do, he wouldn't bother to come.

"What? I can't come to your house if there's nothing going on." Olivia was still here, and Noah didn't bring up the afternoon.

Liam frowned and was about to say something when Olivia opened her mouth first.

Welcome. How could you not be welcome?

With a polite smile on his face.

It was the first time this young lady had spoken to him in such a courteous manner, and Noah looked to Liam with a puzzled expression, wrinkling his brow and eye-gods to signal him: what's the situation?

Liam glanced at him lightly, seemingly harmless, but actually told him in a silent voice: You watch!

Hey. He's so mad at Liam for letting Olivia go! Why is he so angry? He was afraid that Liam would be in bad shape after he let Olivia go, so he transferred his shift to come here to keep him company. This person not only didn't appreciate it but also drove him away!

And he wasn't going anywhere! Uncuffing his cuffs, he stepped right over and sat in the dining chair.

Sitting down, he felt a stern gaze fall on him; Noah's aura weakened as he adjusted his emotions and looked at Liam without fear.

"You guys sit down!" Noah said, not forgetting to squeeze his eyebrows in a what-can-you-do-with-me attitude.

Olivia looked at Noah, who was already seated, and thought to herself that this man really didn't think of himself as an outsider.

Olivia walked over to the dining room table. Liam had pulled back the dining room chairs, and she stepped in between the gap between the chairs and the table; Liam pushed the dining room chairs in again, just the right distance.

At the table, as soon as she was seated, Olivia put a piece of fish in Liam's bowl, "Ellie's steamed sea bass is a masterpiece; try it."

Noah sat across the table, just about hanging a question mark over his head. What was it with these two, Olivia pinching Liam's food? Did the sun come out of the west today?

"Olivia, didn't you know that Liam doesn't like fish?"

"Huh? I didn't know." Olivia instantly turned red with shame, like a child who had made a mistake.

In her previous life, she seldom ate with Liam, and even if she ate at the same table, she sat on the opposite side of the table and ate by herself. After eating, she put down the dishes and went back to her room, not wanting to stay with him for a minute; how could she know what Liam loved to eat and what he didn't?

It would be awkward looking at the fish in Liam's bowl, inappropriate to pinch away and inappropriate to put away.

"Why don't I get you a new serving of rice."

Olivia finally searched for a phrase that would defuse the dilemma at hand.

"I'll enjoy eating it later." Saying this, Liam picked up his chopsticks under the surprised gaze of the two people at the table.