THE DISABLED HEIRESS, MY EX-HUSBAND WOULD PAY DEARLY.-Chapter 311

Upon hearing what Oliver just said, Cora froze. Her mind went completely blank as her eyes fluttered in disbelief. She blinked once, her lips parting slightly as if to say something—but no words came out. Then she blinked again, slower this time, still staring at him as if her brain needed more time to process what she had just heard.

Her heartbeat picked up. She blinked a third time, her gaze darting around the room like she was trying to confirm if anyone else had heard it too. But it was just them—only her and Oliver in that quiet room. And still, she blinked the fourth time before finally managing to whisper, her voice shaky, "So… you… I'm not imagining this, right? I'm not dreaming? Did you actually say what I think you just said?"

Her voice trembled between disbelief and confusion.

However Oliver didn't rush to answer. Instead, he looked at her with that same composed smile a smile that somehow made her even more nervous. The corners of his lips lifted as he slowly repeated himself, "Yes, Cora. What if all of this… actually becomes true? How do you see it?"

The words hung in the air like a spark in silence.

Cora's breath caught in her throat. For a moment, she just stood there, completely still, her mind racing but her voice refusing to cooperate. Her heart thudded against her chest, and she couldn't bring herself to respond. The idea of something fake turning real it terrified her and thrilled her at the same time.

But no words came out. Not even one.

Oliver noticed the look on her face the way her eyes widened slightly, the shock written all over her features, and how she seemed frozen between confusion and something else she didn't want to name. Seeing that, Oliver chuckled softly, a small, knowing smile tugging at his lips.

"Well," he finally said, adjusting his watch and stepping closer to the door, "like I said before, I'm going somewhere very quickly." He paused for a second, his tone light but steady. "I'll be back soon."

At that moment, Oliver walked out of the room and quietly shut the door behind him. The sound of the latch clicking echoed softly in the air, but to Cora, it felt deafening like the room itself had just sealed her inside with her thoughts.

For a brief second, she stood there frozen, her heart still racing from the last thing he said. Then suddenly, her knees gave in a little, and she stumbled back, catching herself just in time before collapsing onto the couch. Her breathing came fast, uneven. She pressed her palm against her face, the warmth from her skin meeting the coolness of her fingers, as she muttered to herself in disbelief.

"Wait… what's going on? What did he just say?" she whispered, her voice shaky. "Did Oliver actually say that? No… no, that can't be right. Maybe I didn't hear him properly. Maybe my mind is playing tricks on me."

Her fingers moved up to her forehead as she checked her temperature like someone who suddenly doubted their own sanity. "Do I have a fever or something?" she murmured again, her eyes darting to the closed door. "Or… could it be that he knows?"

Her heart thudded hard in her chest as she stared blankly ahead. "Could it be that Oliver actually knows about… my secret crush?" The words felt dangerous even as she whispered them.

Cora immediately shook her head, trying to reject the thought. "No. No way. That's impossible. I've been careful. I've masked everything. I've hidden every single feeling so well," she said, her voice rising slightly in panic. "I never look at him too long, I never say too much, I never—" She stopped mid-sentence, pressing both palms against her face now.

"What is going on?" she whispered again, almost pleading this time. "What did he mean by that? What if… he really meant it?"

Her chest tightened as confusion washed over her. Every memory, every glance, every small smile Oliver had ever given her began flashing through her mind like scenes from a movie. She wanted to stop thinking, but her heart refused to listen.

"What is going on here?" she said again, softer this time, her voice trembling as she sat there completely lost—half terrified, half hopeful, not knowing which feeling was stronger.

At that moment, Cora was lost in deep thought, completely unaware of how long she had been sitting on the couch. Her heart was still racing, and her mind kept replaying every single word Oliver had said before leaving the room. She tried to understand, to make sense of everything, but the more she thought about it, the more confused and excited—she became.

Yes, she had feelings for Oliver. She knew it. She had known it from the very beginning—from the very first day she met him, from the moment he walked into her life with that calm confidence and that faint smile that could melt anyone's guard. It wasn't something she had planned; it just happened. Every time he spoke, every time he looked at her, something inside her fluttered in ways she couldn't explain.

But she had always been careful. She never wanted to complicate things. Oliver was not just anyone he was her friend, her closest companion, the one person who actually understood her without needing her to explain too much. She didn't want to risk losing that. She didn't want her selfish feelings to ruin what they already had. So she buried it. She locked it deep inside her heart and convinced herself it was best that way.

And yet now—now Oliver had said those words. "What if what we're doing as fake could actually turn true?"

Cora's lips parted slightly as her thoughts began to swirl faster. That could only mean one thing—Oliver might also be feeling something for her. The realization sent a sudden rush of warmth through her chest. Her stomach tightened, her hands trembled slightly, and before she even knew it, her feet began to tap lightly against the floor in excitement. She couldn't help it.

Her cheeks flushed as she whispered under her breath, "Oh my God… could it be true? Could Oliver actually like me too?"

Her heart was bubbling, her body trembling with a mix of joy and disbelief. She covered her mouth, trying to hold back the smile spreading across her face, but it was no use. Her entire body felt alive, giddy, full of energy she couldn't contain.

Then she quickly stood up, pacing back and forth, her fingers pressing against her chest as she tried to calm herself down. "Calm down, calm down, Cora," she whispered repeatedly, shaking her head and exhaling deeply. "You need to confirm first."