“I have saved you, too,” Olivia rebuked. “When?” Christoff inquired. “Back in Peony Hall. You’d have passed out if not for me.” “I wouldn’t have passed out if I hadn’t come.”
“And you would have missed this whole drama.” He laughed mirthlessly. “So, do you mean I should thank you, then?” “No. I’m only saying that we’re even.”
He raised his hand to knock her head. “As if.. You owe me big time, and you’re gonna pay that back.” Olivia then fixed her gaze on him before responding in a serious tone, “I’ll owe you a favor as long as you aren’t involved in this whole thing.”
Christoff stared back at her. He stayed silent for a moment, and for some reason, he felt somewhat uneasy. She looked at him with suspicion. “What’s with that? Feeling guilty?”
Hearing that, he finally snapped out of it. He shot her a look and chuckled. “As if. You’re simply saying that. I know you won’t repay the favor for real. I think we should go for something more… concrete.”
With that, he huddled closer, but she immediately pushed his head away. “Do you have a death wish?” She glared. “For a lady, you are so not gentle.” Christoff was speechless.
“You want a gentle lady? Go to the nightclub, then. You can have all the gentle ladies you want. Don’t come to me for that,” Olivia remarked.
He almost choked at her words. He shot her a dirty look before grumbling, “I have no idea why Eugene likes you.” With a smug look on her face, she replied, “You gotta ask him for that.”
He harrumphed, “Don’t get too cocky. They might not have ended up together, but he did stay there for nearly a week. They’re probably getting along well. Also, she wasn’t on guard at all. He could have used her to get out of the palace, but he didn’t. Don’t you want to know why?”
She threw him a glare. “Trying to ruin our relationship again, aren’t you?” “I’m only stating facts,” he harrumphed. “Don’t you think they’re getting a bit too close?”
Olivia looked at him and mocked, “I came to the palace pretending to be your girlfriend, but we aren’t close at all. Sometimes, we can’t do whatever we want. We have to compromise to get what we need, even if we have to do what we don’t want to.”
I can’t really argue against her, can I? Christoff let out a sigh of defeat in silence. Jewel was already at the hotel when they returned. She quickly approached Olivia and looked at Christoff warily before pulling her friend aside. ‘Are you alright?”
“Yes. Don’t worry.” Olivia shook her head. Christoff leaned on the doorframe. “Aren’t you gonna let me in?” Olivia approached him and smiled. “It’s late. Go back to your place.”
The smile melted his heart. He was about to say something, but then he felt a pair of hands placed on his face, pushing him outside the door. Then, the door was slammed in his face, almost crushing his nose. He stared at the door in annoyance, laced with hints of amusement. “What a heartless woman,”
Jewel shot Olivia a dramatic look. “It’s only one night, and you’re already getting along.” Olivia changed into her pajamas. “What do you mean?”
“He’s not even mad you chased him off.”
