The True Heiress is the Reserved Fiancé's Exclusive Memory-Chapter 547 - 558: Is It Love? (9)

"Quick-tempered?" Victor Williams suddenly laughed coldly, "He’s just as flirtatious as I am."

The atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly turned tense.

Madam Williams glared at him, "You still have the nerve to say that!"

Victor Williams pouted.

Olivia Williams seemed oblivious to their conversation, nodded, and said softly, "I know, I’ll meet him this weekend."

Madam Williams chuckled and gave Victor a glare.

Victor’s face turned cold.

Not long after—

They finished dinner.

After sending his girlfriend outside, Victor returned, looking around, but didn’t see Olivia.

With a stiff face, he went upstairs.

He went directly to Olivia’s room and knocked twice on the door.

"Who?"

"It’s me."

Olivia naturally recognized his voice, paused a moment, and said mildly, "I’m asleep."

"Open the door."

"I told you I’m asleep."

"Will you open the door or not?"

"No."

"..."

Victor, feeling stifled, gritted his teeth, stopped knocking, and turned to the room next door.

He climbed over the balcony to her room.

Olivia’s balcony door was open, and she jumped in surprise seeing him appear, hurriedly pulling her clothes back on. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

She was indeed tired and had been ready to rest.

Victor was taken aback too.

His eyes stayed fixed on her changing, a bit dazed, not blinking.

Olivia dressed conservatively, even in the hottest summer, she never wore tank tops and short skirts. But Victor, used to roaming among women, had sharp eyes.

He naturally realized her figure was actually quite nice.

...

"Turn around!" Olivia struggled to dress, feeling his gaze making it impossible to get dressed, she shouted irritably.

"Olivia," Victor suddenly said.

His eyes started to settle on her.

"I told you to turn around!" Olivia found herself in tears under his gaze, she threw her sweater at him, pulled the duvet open, and dove under it, her shoulders shaking as she cried.

Victor caught the sweater, smelling a pleasant scent.

He couldn’t distinguish whether it was the laundry detergent or Olivia’s fragrance.

"Can you leave!" Olivia cried a couple of times under the blanket, then asked angrily.

"I just want to talk to you." Victor often saw her cry, especially when they were young; he often made her cry, but never before had he suddenly felt this painful heartache, soothing her gently.

"I don’t want to talk to you." Olivia replied.

"That Young Master Lewis is not a good person. Don’t meet him again."

"It won’t help telling me." Olivia was frustrated.

"If not tell you, then who?" Victor lifted the duvet, "Just don’t meet him."

"Is that possible?"

"Why not..."

Victor’s words fell silent, suddenly thinking of his mother’s menopausal mood, feeling a bit helpless.

He might play around, but he was quite filial to his parents.

"You should leave, I need to sleep."

"Promise me you won’t meet him."

"No promises."

"I’m being nice talking to you!" Victor suddenly got angry, his temper flaring.

"I’m also talking to you nicely." Olivia clutched the duvet, "I can’t decide on this, Mom arranged it, can I not meet him? If not Young Master Lewis, there’s Young Master Miller or Young Master Lee, how do I know who’s good or bad?"

"..." Victor looked at her intently.

Olivia bit her lip and avoided his gaze.

"Well," Victor looked at her, testing, "Be with me."

"What?" Olivia was truly shocked.

"Be with me." The thought that lingered within him finally spoken out loud, Victor impulsively said, looking at her, "Olivia, be with me."

Olivia stared at him dumbfounded, "You’re crazy!"

Victor: "..."

"You better leave, I..."

Before Olivia could finish, her lips were suddenly covered by his.

Olivia was furious, her hands slapped his shoulders, trying to push him away.

Victor, naturally, didn’t yield.

He could drink quite well, and even when tipsy, sober remembered things.

He naturally remembered Olivia’s taste.

Unlike all the women he had been with, she was so naive and pure, easily provoking his affection and impulse.

With her soft warmth against him, how could he let go?

Victor’s hand even slipped down from her bare shoulder.

"Ouch!"

A cry of pain, stunned, he sat up right away.

"You animal!" Victor struggled to speak, holding his mouth, looking at her, angrily shouted.

"You better leave, or I’ll call someone!"

"..." Victor was taken aback, then couldn’t help but laugh, "Who will you call? Go ahead!"

Olivia glared at him, "Shameless!"

"Tut, learned to curse now?" Victor still held his mouth, looking at her flushed face, still unsettled within, leaned in wanting to embrace her.

Olivia wrapped the duvet, sitting up, glaring at him, annoyed.

As they faced off, the door lock suddenly moved twice, then the bedroom door was directly pushed open from the outside.

Madam Williams took a few steps looking at them, her expression remarkably brilliant.

"Mom, how did you come in?"

"Mom..."

Victor and Olivia called out simultaneously.

The former surprised and flustered.

The latter nervous and uneasy.