However, she didn’t seem to care, either. It was as if she was merely using him as a tree hole to vent into and did not expect a response. The texts came in daily.
What infuriated him was the fact that he couldn’t remove her from his contacts list. Later on, he found out this was the little brat’s doing.
His initial displeasure slowly turned into indifference. Well, she can go ahead and send whatever she wants, he thought. Not many people texted him on WhatsApp. She was the only one, for the most part..
He would check the texts when he was in a good mood and ignore them when he wasn’t. After Olivia’s return, she immediately rejoined the production. She didn’t talk to anyone about. her trip, so apart from North, no one else knew that she just came back from Nambahd.Excluding the annoying Christoff, of course..
Everyone returned to the production together, but as Christoff hadn’t changed his appearance, he could not appear in front of the others yet. When Olivia started to climb out of the car, he called out to her, “Why don’t we get dinner tonight? It’ll be on me.”
“Not in the mood for that,” she replied. He frowned. “Are you going back on your word?”
“What did I say?” she asked apathetically. “Back in Nambahd, you said that when we got back, you’d treat me to a meal as thanks,” he reminded.
“What I said was that if you returned to the country before me, I’d treat you to a meal as thanks. I didn’t ask you to stay there and make things even more difficult for me.”
He scoffed. “How can you say that? It was Eugene who made things difficult for you. What does that have to do with me?”
“Who asked you to tell me about it?” Olivia fired back somewhat unreasonably. “You told me because you wanted to sow seeds of discord between us. You should be thanking your stars that I’m not holding you accountable for that, yet you still want me to buy you a meal? In your dreams!”
She shoved him away and got out of the car. Christoff was both annoyed and amused as he watched her leave. He smirked as he thought, What an intriguing woman!
Meanwhile, as soon as Olivia walked onto the production set, Carter spotted her immediately and shot over to her. He hugged her thighs and looked up at her as he called out cutely, “Mom.”
Olivia had been feeling a little melancholy just moments ago, but her mood improved a lot once she saw the adorable little boy. She bent down and stroked his head. “Do you have scenes to shoot today?”
He nodded. “Yeah. Are you feeling better now, Madam? I wanted to look for you that day, but you weren’t in your room. Where did you go?”
“I had something I needed to take care of, so I left for a little while, but I’ll be back tomorrow,” she explained.
Carter gently ran his fingers against the scar on her head with an empathetic expression. Although the wound had healed, it left a long, scar behind. “Does it still hurt?”
Olivia caught his soft, little hand. “It doesn’t hurt anymore. Don’t worry.” “Thank you, Madam,” he said with a slight pout. “No one has ever been this nice to me before.”
“It’s nothing,” she said with a chuckle. “That’s not true,” he refuted. “No one looks out for other people when there’s danger around. You’re a good person, Madam. You’re genuinely nice to me.”
She felt a pang in her heart. How much of humanity’s callousness and cold-heartedness did this little guy experience for him to say that? She hugged him and said, “I like you, Carter. That’s why I’m willing to be nice to you.”
“I like you too, Madam,” Carter replied. He wrapped his little arms around her neck and buried his face against her before remarking a little sorrowfully, “If only you were my real mom, Madam.”
Olivia’s heart trembled. She couldn’t stop herself from wanting to get closer to this child. when she thought of what he had gone through. As she patted him gently on the back, she assured him, “If you like me, then go ahead and think of me as your mom. You can come to me if you encounter any sort of difficulties.”
