All Chapters of Veiled Obsession : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Olivia was wrapping up her work for the day, her fingers dancing over the keyboard with a mechanical rhythm as a profound heaviness settled into her bones. The once-bustling office, filled with the sounds of clattering keyboards and murmurs of conversation, was now nearly empty. Shadows stretched languidly across the desks, and the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow through the window that painted the walls in shades of amber. The soft, steady hum of the air conditioner filled the silence, weaving a comforting backdrop to her weary thoughts. She glanced at the clock on the wall, its hands inching toward the end of the workday—just a few more minutes before she could slip out of the suffocating confines of her office and into the familiar embrace of home. Suddenly, her phone vibrated against the polished surface of her desk, jolting her from her reverie. Sebastian’s name lit up the screen in bright letters, causing a small frown to crease her forehead. He wasn’t

The drive back from the hospital was enveloped in a heavy silence, punctuated only by the steady hum of the engine and the occasional sigh escaping Olivia's lips. She cast furtive glances at Sebastian, who sat beside her, his right arm encased in a clean, white plaster cast. It rested on his lap, the fingers slightly curled as if he were testing the limits of his discomfort. Despite the evident pain etched across his features, he maintained a composed facade, his gaze fixed intently on the road ahead, determined to keep his focus.The doctor had advised him to take it easy, to allow his body the rest it desperately needed for recovery. Yet, Olivia knew Sebastian well enough to understand that he was the type to dismiss such recommendations. He was a man who held his cards close to his chest, someone who refused to show vulnerability—not to her, not to anyone. But tonight had revealed a different side, if only for a fleeting moment. She had caught the briefest flicker of pain in his ey

The gentle clink of silverware filled the spacious dining room, mingling with the faint aroma of freshly prepared food. Olivia stood at the edge of the table, her brow slightly furrowed with concern as she watched Sebastian attempt to eat. He was still in recovery, his movements deliberate and uncharacteristically slow, but he bore the discomfort silently, a hint of determination in his eyes. “Eat,” she urged gently, pulling out a sturdy chair across from him. “You need your strength to get back on your feet.” Her voice was firm yet laced with warmth, underscoring the deep bond they shared.Sebastian lifted his gaze, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips, his eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and gratitude. He raised his fork slowly, savoring every bite as if to savor the moment itself. Olivia had not even managed to take a mouthful of her own meal when the sudden chime of her phone pierced the serene atmosphere, shattering the comfortable silence that enveloped them. Both th

The room is enveloped in a serene silence, punctuated only by the gentle, distant chirping of birds outside the open window, their melodies drifting in like whispers of hope. Olivia stands by the weathered dresser, her fingers gripping its edge tightly, as if using it for support against a tide of swirling thoughts and emotions. She feels the weight of unspoken words pressing down on her. Behind her, Sebastian sits on the edge of the bed, the rumpled sheets a stark contrast to his stillness. His shirt hangs loosely, unbuttoned, allowing glimpses of the bandages that wrap around his torso, stark white against his tanned skin. The wound on his side is fresh, a dark bruise blooming around the stitches, a painful testament to the chaos of last night’s events still etched into the fabric of their reality. "You should be resting," she murmurs softly, her voice barely breaking the silence, her gaze fixed on the natural light filtering through the window. "I’d rather have you by my side,"

Sebastian’s lips moved against hers with slow, deliberate intensity, his grip firm on her waist as if anchoring her to him. Olivia could feel the heat radiating off his body, the possessiveness in the way his fingers traced her spine. But just as she was starting to lose herself in the kiss, he tensed.A sharp inhale. A hiss of pain.She felt it instantly—the way his body stiffened beneath her, the slight tremor in his fingers as his injured arm betrayed him."Sebastian," Olivia whispered, pulling back just enough to search his face. "Your arm—"His jaw clenched, a flicker of irritation passing through his dark eyes. "It’s nothing," he muttered, shaking his head as if dismissing the pain could make it disappear.But Olivia wasn’t convinced. Her fingers instinctively reached for his wounded arm, concern etched across her face. "You need to be careful," she insisted softly, her touch hesitant but firm.Before she could say more, Sebastian acted. With a sharp movement, he tightened his h