The next day, George returned to Mastar, while Eugene retrieved the results of the three children’s DNA tests with Azalea. As he had expected, they were not her children.
Seeing this, he immediately showed the report to Olivia, who nonchalantly placed it aside after she had finished reading through them. Eugene flirtatiously scooted closer, wrapping her in his embrace. “Feel better now? I’ve always been yours alone.”
Olivia glanced at him sideways, her fair and slender hand landing on his face and pushing. him away heartlessly. “This report only proves that they aren’t Azalea’s children. It doesn’t prove that you’ve always been mine.”
Eugene let out a laugh at her words. “What should I do, then? Do you want to see for yourself?” he asked as he leaned toward her.
As the proximity between them decreased, Olivia’s face turned as red as a beet, and she pushed him away embarrassedly. “You’re shameless. Go and prove it yourself. I won’t do it.”
Eugene laughed, his warm breath fanning her face. “Olivia, when will you marry me? You’ve already seen that the three kids were made by technology. I’ve always been yours, inside and out.”
This time, he could finally say these words righteously. Olivia avoided him and scoffed. “The Rogers siblings have been dealt with, but you still have Azalea.
Hearing that, Eugene frowned. “I don’t have any relationship with her whatsoever. I’ve already sent someone to protect her, and she won’t always show up in front of us. How else do you want me to take care of her?”
Unbeknownst to Olivia, while she did feel a little bothered by Azalea’s interference in their lives, this wasn’t the main issue. Her main concern was that George had yet to give his consent yet, and he had made it clear that she couldn’t marry anyone without his approval.
While she didn’t intend to hurt his feelings, she had unintentionally forgotten their agreement and realized that she was neglecting his affection. At least she was with Eugene now, but whenever she thought of George, it filled her heart with guilt.
Olivia looked at the man towering over her and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaving a kiss on his lips. “Eugene, don’t rush me. Give me some time.”
Eugene’s arms slowly tightened around her as he nodded, replying in a gentle voice, “Okay, I won’t rush you. As long as you’re by my side, I will marry you whenever you’re ready.”
His searing lips slowly brushed past her eyes and down her fair cheeks until they arrived at her full lips, tenderly leaving their mark with teasing pecks.
Their days seemed to return to normal again. As Eugene arranged several bodyguards to protect the children in secret and occasionally invited them home for a meal, the children’s opinion of him gradually changed.
On this day, while they were on their way to school, Carter looked at his two brothers and said, “I think that this daddy is not bad, and his cooking is better too. Why don’t we just acknowledge him as our father?” Blake nodded. “That’s right. Most importantly, he’s rich.”
When Terry remained silent, Carter asked, “What do you think, Terry?” While Terry was the youngest among the three, he was often the one who called the shots. After pondering for a moment, he said, “He treats Godmother well.
“Meaning?” Blake asked dubiously. Carter sent a smack across his head. “Do you even need to ask? It means that he agrees.
However, we still have to observe him for some time. If he always treats Godmother well, then we’ll acknowledge him.”
Blake rubbed his head with a hurt expression and complained with furrowed brows, “Can you stop slapping my head like that? You’re going to slap me stupid.”
Carter rebuked, “You’re not that smart in the first place.” Blake said unhappily, “Nonsense. How am I not smart? What can you do? Why don’t you try playing a serenade on the piano instead?”
“I have more fans than you, and I earn more money. Happy?” Without sparing them a glance, Terry shoved his earphones into his ears and closed his eyes.
Suddenly, Blake tapped him, causing his brows to furrow as he sent Blake a displeased look. “What do you want?”
Even so, Blake wasn’t bothered by his attitude. After all, Terry was always full of disdain every time they spoke.
