Olivia maintained a neutral expression, showing no reaction to Elsa's predictable behavior. She turned to face Devon, bracing herself for his reprimand.
"Leave," Devon ordered, dismissing Elsa with a single command. The girl bowed and swiftly exited. Olivia diverted her gaze to the floor, waiting for Devon to address her directly.
"Olivia," Devon called out, prompting her attention. "Why did you not respond to my summons?"
She stared at him incredulously. Hadn't he learned by now? With a soft sigh, Olivia moved from the door to retrieve a book and pen from her table, intending to busy herself. Devon followed her into her room once again.
As she began writing at her table, trying to ignore Devon's intimidating presence, she felt his hand on hers and froze. When had he gotten so close? Why was he touching her? Why had he entered her room at all, standing so close, when she thought he despised her?