“What relationship do we have?” Christoff sneered while continuing to wipe his hand. Veronica was taken aback. However, at the thought that Savannah was still present, she didn’t take the man’s words to heart and just assumed that he didn’t like her publicizing their relationship.
With that, she attempted to hug him, but Christoff debased her again. “Do you think you mean something to me just because we f*cked? Huh, you should be grateful that I don’t find you repulsive to f*ck.”
Shock overcame Veronica as she widened her mouth agape with incredulity. “W-What did you just say?” “I said you can f*ck off now,” Christoff announced as he threw the handkerchief into the trash can.
With that, he walked away ruthlessly. Meanwhile, Veronica dropped to the ground and mumbled, “What now? What am I going to do now?!” Savannah, on the other hand, shut the door in a panic before helping Veronica up. “Are you okay?”
“How can he be so heartless?!” Veronica bawled. “Must he be so heartless for Olivia?!” “But didn’t she say it has nothing to do with her?” “As if Avery would treat me like this if Maxwell has nothing to do with it! You have no idea how gentle he usually is to me.”
While Savannah tried to comfort Veronica, Christoff went to Olivia’s green room and coaxed her with a beam as soon as he went in. “What’s wrong? Are you upset?”
To that, Olivia glared daggers at him. “And how. do you expect me to feel? Smile and say thank you when you can’t even keep your woman in check, letting her slander me behind my back?!”
“Who is she to call me her woman?” Christoff sneered. “In the future, there’s no need to get me involved in insignificant issues like this. I believe you can handle it on your own.”
“And why should I clean up after you?” Olivia huffed, to which Christoff replied with a grin, “Isn’t it obvious that you mean something to me? I mean, you can literally do whatever your want.” “Who do you think I am to you?”
“You’re my girlfriend, of course.”
“Have you no shame?!”
“A girl and a friend; a girlfriend.” Christoff chuckled and slumped into the seat across from her as he spoke. “Say, you really have a short temper, don’t you? If anything, people might think you’re being jealous here.”
“Says the guy who likes to overthink,” Olivia retorted, feeling exasperated. “And I credit that to you,” Christoff said helplessly. “I have to figure out what you’re implying with every word you say now.”
“Can’t you behave like a normal human being?!” Olivia gagged at his words. “Don’t worry, we’ve broken up. Does it please you now?” Christoff asked with a smile, to which Olivia replied, “Can’t you tell I want you two to stick together for the rest of your lives?”
“Well, we can’t stick together even for one night now.” “If that’s the case, go back to her and stay the hell away from me, lest I get insulted for no reason again. What have I done to deserve that?!”
“You’ve done me!” Christoff grinned mischievously. “You, me?” Olivia questioned as she sized the man up with despise. “As if I’m that blind!”
Christoff was rendered at a loss for words. Eugene had just returned to Muse Peninsula at night when he received a call from an unknown number. Despite finding it strange, he answered it nonetheless. “Hi, is this Mr. Nolan?” said an unfamiliar woman on the other end of the line.
“I’m sorry; who is this on the line?” Eugene asked, to which the lady answered, “Hi, Mr. Nolan. I’m Cindy from Mi Amor, the couple’s restaurant. You said to call you if Blake Rogers and his godmother came over, correct? Well, they’re dining in the restaurant as we speak. Would you like to come over?”
Finally, it dawned on Eugene. “Alright, thank you.”
After hanging up the call, he rushed out the door, hoping the triplets’ godmother would have the answers he needed.
