95: Letting The World Know

Olivia's POV

I hurried upstairs to André's room. My cheeks were burning with embarrassment. I didn't mean for Jonas and Pierre to find me in André's office.

I still couldn't get the image of their bewilderment out of my mind. My heart was beating faster in my chest. Maybe I wasn't ready. Maybe I wasn't ready to tell the world that André was my mate.

I dashed into André's room and shut the door behind me.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

The sound of someone at the door pulled me out of my trance, and in my fright, I nearly slipped and fell.

The knocking came once more, louder this time.

"Who is it?" I called loudly from the bathroom. I listened carefully, but there was no reply.

My body went taunt, but my instincts kicked in, urging me to leave the bathroom with André's towel wrapped around my chest.

"Who is it?" I called out again, fearfully clutching the towel to my chest.

"Miss Olivia, it's the maid."

I felt my blood pressure plummet to safer levels, and a smile of relief tugged at my lip