104: Not Her Real Daughter

André's POV

"I feel different, André."

Olivia lay on her side in bed and faced me. My arms were wrapped around her, and her bedclothes were on. Her blue eyes brought a coolness to my heart, and her sweet antics made me smile.

“Different, how?"

I brushed her hair away from her face to get a better look at her pretty features. She was a perfect work of art. My work of art.

She placed her hand on my chest and remained silent for a while. Then, her lips spread into a smile even wider.

"I can feel you. It feels so raw and overwhelming. I can feel your heartbeat and your breathing. I can feel the blood coursing through your veins as if it were my own body. I feel connected to you."

Her voice was soft. Her hands slid down my chest and found my hands and our fingers clasped together.

"I feel the same way, Princess. I can feel your anger, joy, and sadness. I can feel those instances when you are so embarrassed and you blush. The feeling is so intense."

She leaned into me and planted a kiss on m