Olivia helplessly heaved a sigh. If it were up to her, she would not have chosen to stay with Alex as well. After all, the matter resembled an insurmountable barrier that stood firmly between the couple, hindering them from advancing and retreating.
As she was dwelling in her sympathy for the two, a waiter, seemingly tripped by something, fell toward her with a tray in his hand. With furrowed brows, she instinctively evaded the waiter but failed to dodge the incoming wine pouring toward her. What was most frustrating was that she chose to wear a white dress today, so if the red wine were to spill on it….
In the nick of time, a man came to her front and shielded her, taking on the three glasses full of red wine with his back. Right away, the waiter anxiously apologized, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, mister! I was tripped by the tablecloth…”
Olivia, too, was dumbfounded. She turned to the man that blocked the wine away from her, and when she could finally see him clearly, she was stunned. Albert Bleu?
At that moment, he was carrying an awkward smile as the sapphire stud on his ear shone radiantly under the illumination of the lights. “What a coincidence to see you here, Miss Maxwell. Are you alright?”
Finally coming to her senses, Olivia hastily answered, “I’m fine. Hurry, take your coat off now.” Cooperatively, Albert took his coat off. The waiter apologized once again, “I am deeply sorry, mister. Please allow me to have it cleaned for you.”
In response, Albert amicably handed the coat to the waiter. With that, the waiter turned to Olivia and asked, “I didn’t get any on you, did I, miss? I’m truly sorry about this.”
Having no desire to disrupt the merry birthday banquet, she replied, “No, but you should get this man’s coat washed right away.” After the waiter left, she turned to Albert. “Let me find you another coat.”
Nonetheless, he declined the offer. “It’s alright. I’m fine.”
Thereupon, Olivia did not insist on it. Frankly, she was rather suspicious of him and how the waiter of this hotel would make such a rookie mistake, so she was convinced that Albert orchestrated the entire accident. Thus, she was unapologetic about it. She chuckled. “So, you’re a friend with the Colemans as well, Mr. Bleu?”
Albert pointed at a woman not far away and noted. “I came with a friend, but I’d never expected to see you here.” She turned toward the direction, only to see Jessica conversing with the others. How did they become friends, though?
“Jessica’s your friend?” she skeptically questioned. Not expecting that the ladies knew each other, Albert immediately nodded. “Yes, I just knew her recently.”
“As thanks for finding your necklace again?” she asked. Hearing that, he let out a laugh. “Of course not. Her car broke down, and I simply helped her to repair it.”
Olivia chuckled and jested, “Wow, Mr. Bleu, the master of all crafts!”
“I wouldn’t say a master… Men are just built physically stronger than women,” Albert refuted. As he spoke, he turned to Jewel, who remained silent the entire time. He saw her help Olivia fix her dress. “Is this your friend?”
“Yes. This is my friend, Jean Louis,” Olivia answered. She used Jewel’s former name because Jewel Fenton was a controversial one. Besides, there was no telling whether Albert was a friend or foe yet. “And this is Mr. Bleu- Albert Bleu.”
Jewel subtly nodded at him, after which the two courteously chatted for a bit..
A while ago, Eugene saw the man standing beside Olivia, and due to his masculine instinct, he decided to come over. Of course, the first thing he had to do was flaunt his familial power. He walked to her side and asked her in an intimate tone with a tender gaze, “Olivia, who’s your friend?”
She turned around and glanced at the man. “This is Mr. Albert Bleu. He took the wine that was about to spill on me earlier. You’d have seen me walking around in red if it weren’t for him.”
Upon realization, Eugene introduced himself, “Oh, Mr. Bleu. Olivia has told me about you. I thank you for helping her. I’m her boyfriend, Eugene Nolan.”
