Olivia remained silent. Could she do it? Could she leave Quirino's residence, which had become like a home to her? Yes, of course, she could! Olivia was used to living anywhere, and she didn't need to settle in one place if she didn't want to or if nobody wanted her to. She wasn't an immodest girl who had to stick around like a parasite. "If that's what I have to do, I'll do it, Sir," Olivia said firmly. "Even if you order me to disappear, I will disappear," she continued without hesitation. "Damn it!" Ignazio muttered the word again, further hurting Olivia, for reasons unknown. "Listen to me, Olivia," Ignazio reached out, intending to touch her upper arm. However, he pulled back his hand and clenched it on both sides of his body, making Olivia more certain that, in his eyes, she was repulsive. Olivia stepped back, keeping a distance from him until she accidentally bumped into a table. Ignazio noticed it, saw the disappointment in Olivia's eyes, and cursed again, but this time, he
Olivia's eyes widened as Ignazio's lips touched hers. Her right hand was still in Ignazio's grip, while her left hand rested by her side, both feeling weak. Ignazio moved his lips, and as the warmth began to spread through her body, Olivia closed her eyes. She wasn't just resigned to it; she wasn't unable to resist, but she also wanted to know how it felt. She wanted to know what Ignazio felt like, even if she didn't admit it as openly as he did. Sensing Olivia not resisting, Ignazio placed Olivia's right hand on his shoulder, while his hand moved behind Olivia's head and stayed there to protect her head from hitting the door. His other hand hugged Olivia's waist tightly and even deliberately pushed her body to press tightly against his. Ignazio moved as gently as he could. He didn't want to scare Olivia, let alone make her run away. Just a gentle touch, the command of Ignazio's brain. Just to satisfy curiosity. He was sure of himself. Ignazio tasted Olivia's lips. He could still
"I WILL PROPOSE to Ivana or Rianna. I will marry you," declared Ignazio firmly, instantly causing Olivia to widen her eyes and stand up from her seat."No!" Olivia responded with a choked voice. The girl looked visibly panicked. Ignazio stood up from his seat and looked at Olivia with confusion. Likewise, Olivia gazed at Ignazio with a fearful expression."What do you mean?" Ignazio asked, surprised. He didn't expect to receive rejection so quickly, and honestly, Ignazio's ego was slightly wounded by it."You cannot do that," Olivia commanded firmly, her eyes still radiating fear."Olivia, after what happened..." Ignazio tried to explain, but Olivia cut him off quickly."Just pretend nothing happened, Sir," she ordered again, shocking Ignazio and making him look at her in disbelief."Nothing happened?!" Ignazio asked, astonished. Once again, he felt offended. After the extraordinary events that occurred between them, how could Olivia say that nothing happened?Olivia looked at Ignazio
Since that night, Olivia has really kept her distance from Ignazio. At the office, she tries to communicate with Ignazio as briefly as she can. And at home, she also tries not to be in the same room alone with him. Only on the weekends, when she attends her classes, does Olivia feel like she can finally breathe.But if Olivia can breathe easy, it's a different story for Ignazio. Over the past few days, he feels exhausted constantly playing cat and mouse with Olivia. She acts so cold towards him and even avoids making eye contact, but instead of quelling his desire, it only makes his thoughts run wild.The fantasy of being intimate with Olivia at the office whenever there's a chance makes Ignazio physically sick. And when he's at home, imagining trapping Olivia in her room or her returning to her room frustrates him. Ignazio truly feels like a sex maniac, and he suffers because of it.Now, with Olivia not at home because she has to go to campus, and who knows how long she'll be gone, i
Olivia entered the house through the back alley as usual. Even though she had to take a rather long detour, she didn't mind because she felt that she belonged there, to the servant class. She wasn't part of the core family and felt it inappropriate to enter through the front like everyone else. With a throbbing headache, she greeted the housekeeper who happened to be there. Olivia grabbed a glass and filled it with warm water. "Are you okay?" Mrs. Eli, a woman in her mid-forties, asked with a concerned look. Olivia smiled and nodded. "I'm fine, Mrs. Eli. I think I'm coming down with the flu," Olivia replied honestly. Her nose felt itchy, her throat hurt, and the throbbing in her head made Olivia sure that she had caught the flu virus that was currently spreading on campus. "Do you want some medicine?" Mrs. Eli asked again. Olivia nodded. Olivia approached Mrs. Eli, who was looking for the medicine, and accepted it. "This medicine makes you sleepy; if you have any assignments left
Ignazio's eyes searched for tissues to wipe away the sweat, as his hands were clearly not enough to dry it. He walked to the study table and found a large pack of tissues, bringing it back to the bed. Slowly, Ignazio continued to wipe Olivia's face and neck. The girl was still restlessly murmuring in her sleep. Judging by the sweat flooding her face and neck, Ignazio was sure that her whole body must be drenched in sweat. "Olivia?" Ignazio called her again, but Olivia didn't respond at all. This made Ignazio furrow his brow. Olivia was usually a fairly sensitive girl and not difficult to wake up, but this time, she seemed entirely undisturbed by Ignazio's calls and touches. Ignazio stood up, walked towards where Olivia's clothes were, and frowned to himself. What was he doing? What would he replace Olivia's wet clothes with? Feeling somewhat lost, Ignazio decided to leave Olivia's room and enter his own. He searched for his clothes to put on Olivia, and afterwards, he rushed downst
"You don't like looking at me until you kick me out, so I assume you also don't like what I just did to you," he said, reaching for the second top button of the shirt. "Not like this. I didn't ask you to change my clothes, but not like this, Sir. Please, don't," Olivia pleaded, holding Ignazio's hand to prevent him from unbuttoning her shirt. "So, you don't mind what I did?" Ignazio asked, and Olivia shook her head. Reluctantly, she had to give in. "Do you still want me to leave then? Because if you do, I'll still take this shirt with me because I don't want to lend it to you." "Sir, I will return it, but..." "I want to take it off just like when I put it on," Ignazio insisted and brushed away Olivia's hand that was holding his. Not forcefully, but with enough strength to make Olivia's hand slip away. "Sir..." "If you don't want me to take it off, then you can't kick me out, and I will stay here as long as I want," Ignazio said with a determined gaze. Feeling dizzy again, Olivi
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" The panicked shout accompanied by the banging on the door made Ignazio instantly shield Olivia behind his body. Olivia trembled behind Ignazio; she knew that voice too well, and it truly frightened her. Meanwhile, Ignazio was surprised by the unexpected morning visitor. "U-Uncle? What is Uncle doing here?" Ignazio asked, astonished, addressing his father's younger cousin. "Who's the person behind you, Ignazio?" The man turned back to Ignazio, asking in a low voice that sent shivers down the spines of both Ignazio and Olivia. "This... She..." "Don't hide her from me," his uncle ordered with clenched teeth. "Uncle... she..." Uncle Ignazio approached quickly, gripping Ignazio's arm and pulling him to stand so that the seventy-year-old man could see the person Ignazio was hiding. "How could..." the man asked, eyes wide with shock and glistening with tears. "I-I'm sorry, Grandpa. I beg your forgiveness," Olivia whispered. The girl lowered her gaze with tears