Olivia agreed. “Yup, that’s right. You don’t have to come to see me since I’m going to find you anyway!” Christoff had no words. How could she say there was nothing wrong and tortured him like this? If something did go wrong, she might have killed him.
“Are you done? Is my apology sincere enough? Eugene is okay, your sons are okay, and I’ve been tormented by you badly. Let me go at once. I’m in immense pain.”
She smiled at him challengingly. “Call me big sis and I’ll release you.” He glared at her. “You wish. You’re 28 and I’m 30. How shameless you have to be to make me call you that?”
She waved the needle in her hand. “Are you going to do it?” Well, that was the best course of action right now. “Alright, I’ll call you big sis.”
Olivia eventually took pity on him and used yet another needle on a spot on Christoff’s wrist. His pain slowly faded, while his legs which were stiff from him not daring to move finally had some feeling in them. He got up and eyed her in mock anger. “Is it my turn to take revenge now?”
She didn’t panic and crossed her arms as she looked at him. “You can take revenge however you like if you want me dead. If you aren’t planning to kill me, it’s better not to invite such trouble because when you might end up being at my mercy again, I’ll-”
She smiled warmly and moved close to his ear. “I’ll make you pay multiple times the price!”
He looked at the cunning look in her eyes and the adorable curve of her smile. Her expressions were so charming and lively that his heart was filled with a strange feeling.
Well, I can’t really bear to do anything to her after all. Forget it. He eventually just hit the crown of her head gently. “Do you think I can’t do it?”
She laughed. “Of course not. You are Christoff Stevenson after all. Who would’ve thought that? I just think your decision is a wise and intelligent one.”
“You’re just taking something you don’t deserve for granted. He rolled his eyes at her. Even though he was able to take the pain from before, he had exerted a lot of effort in doing so. and now felt completely drained of energy. “Fine, you’re good at convincing others. You don’t have to treat me to a meal later.”
She pursed her lips. ‘It’s not even noon yet.” His expression became stormy. I’m hungry now. You’ve worn me out so much that I don’t have much energy left.”
She was speechless since his words sounded somewhat indecent. “Just talk properly. What did you mean when you said I’ve worn you out?”
He laughed. “What? You’re already a mother, so why can’t you accept phrases like this? I merely said that you’ve worn me out. Where did you think I was talking about? Sleeping together or f*cking?”
She sounded frigid. “It seems that you haven’t learned your lesson from before. Do you want to go through it again?”
He glared at her and eventually shut up. “Treat me to a meal. You owe me, you know.” “Let’s go then,” she muttered in annoyance. “Why’ve you come from so far away to remind me of that as if I owe you my life?”
He got up. “Don’t you have a consciousness? Who was the one that made me hungry by tormenting me? Besides, I just wanted you to vent your anger on me. Did I make you accountable for tormenting me? If I did, you would’ve-”
Olivia asked, “What is it about me? Have you forgotten who sat on the floor and couldn’t move just now? And allowing me to unleash my temper at you too! Do you want me to die from anger?”
