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Olivia headed to his study as per usual.
Olivia didn't want to give up just yet. Time was very precious for her, and she really hoped that every minute and second spent in this world would wound up becoming meaningful times.
The best case scenario was that every fragment of her remaining life would be filled with Lucas' existence.
Olivia sometimes felt that she had gone crazy, to throw herself so despicably at a man with her so-called love. But whenever she was about to give up, she would see the last ray of hope emanating from Lucas. In order to grasp that last ray of hope, she would give up anything and everything.
It must be a fact that she had owed him something great in their past lives.
"How long are you going to stand outside the door?"
After a few unanswered knocks, Lucas blared with impatience, but Olivia interpreted differently. She pushed the door open with a smile and said, "I thought that you are not going to let me in."
Lucas was leaning against his chair, and his face was a picture of tiredness. There was no obvious anger on him, "Why are you here?"
Olivia closed the door and handed the box she was holding to him, "This is a tie I have ordered to be custom-made for you. Try it out."
The tie was finely crafted which looked expensive at first glance. Lucas wasn't really concerned about the tie as he frowned with suspicious written all over his face, "What's… the matter with you?"
There is always a reason behind every action. This was what he believed strongly, so Olivia coming here with a present immediately made him think that Olivia had a favour to ask from him.
Olivia bit her lips and there was a torn expression on her face.
"I am your wife. Doing something like this for you, isn't it something I should do?"
For every other normal husband and wife relationship, isn't everything the husband owned prepared by his wife? In contrast, Lucas never seemed to trust her, as he never allowed her to get too close to him.
Olivia had prepared this tie some time ago, and it was precisely because she noticed Lucas' good mood that she decided to dish out the die.
In actuality, Lucas wasn't in a great mood. The affairs in his company caused him a lot of headache, but when he laid eyes on Olivia, he didn't feel like scolding her.
He concluded that he was acting like this due to being sympathetic with her.
After doing some careful thinking, he knew that Olivia didn't do anything wrong. She had just used the wrong method to do things.
For a woman who loved him so much and belittling her own self just because she wanted to marry him, Lucas felt that he should be more thoughtful and generous. He ignored the sounds of protests inside of him and nodded at Olivia, "Help me to wear it."
Olivia felt like she was dreaming!
Lucas was unnaturally treating her well today!
She hurried forward and carefully donned the tie on him.
She had a tiny frame, which made her look like she was buried in Lucas' embrace while standing in front of him.
Lucas could get a good view of her from her head. Her silky black hair was sprawled behind her, and there some occasional strands that made their ways to her forehead. All he could smell right now was her scent.
Lucas knitted his brows slightly while suppressing his anger. He asked, "Are you trying to seduce me?"
Olivia wasn't prepared for this type of question. She recalled that Lucas had scolded her this morning, which made her pale. She refuted immediately, "No… I didn't…"
She really just wanted to do something for him.
He pinned Olivia onto his desk, and under her shocking gaze, he pressed his lips on hers.
When Olivia woke up again, it was already high noon. Lucas was nowhere to be seen in bed.
She closed her eyes, and images from last night came floating back to her. She buried herself in her blankets but she couldn't stifle her joyous laughter.
Last night was the happiest night in the days since she had married Lucas.
There was a knocking sound at the door at this moment.
Olivia gathered her composure but she then saw that it was not Lucas who had come.
She sat up and asked the maid, "Lola, where's Mr. Foster?"
Lola placed the tray she was holding onto the end of the bed as she replied under her breath, "Mr. Foster has gone to work since early morning. He has instructed for us to cook this for you.'
It was unimaginable that Lucas would care about her!
Olivia was so elated that she almost jumped up from her bed.
She happily plucked the bowl of soup off the tray and without asking about its contents, she took little sips while savouring in happiness.
This was the type of life she had always looked forward to.
As long as Lucas could give him bits of love, she would feel happiness.
Olivia couldn't help but think whether God was finally showering her with something good, seeing that her days were counting down. Was it so that she could spend her last days in joy?
Even though the soup was already finished by her, a smile was still hanging on her face.
"Lola, what soup is this?"
Olivia decided that she would drink this every day. This soup was one that was instructed personally by Lucas for it to be cooked!
Lola looked up with pity and remorse in her eyes, "Madam, this was made using saffron and musk. They were once used by people in ancient times to avoid pregnancy!"
…
Olivia's smile froze immediately, and she was looking very laughable.
The bowl she was holding in her hands dropped to the floor and shattered into pieces.
Her mind was a blank at the moment, as if something was jerking around in there, trying to escape. Her head was so throbbing that she couldn't even make out what Lola was saying at the moment.
It was a soup for someone to avoid pregnancy.
She blinked her moist eyes and she was suddenly overcome with sadness. It tingled her nose.
Olivia lowered her gaze and ordered in a hoarse voice, "Go out."
"Madam…"
"Get out!"
Lola still had something to say, but Olivia couldn't hear any sound right now. She then shoved everything from the shelves onto the ground.
Lola didn't dare to say anything more as she bowed and allowed herself to exit the room and shut the door.
Olivia sat on the bed silently, and there was an eye-catching bloodied line on her palms. She probably cut herself when her hands came over a lamp, but strangely she didn't feel any pain.
Nothing could beat how painful she was feeling in her heart right now.
If she was in heaven last night, then right now, she was in total hell.
Lucas didn't want her to bear his child, and he even prepared a soup for just that after they had done it…
Olivia wanted to laugh, but the corners of her mouth couldn't lift themselves.
She almost lost all control of her body, and there was a wave of emotions in her head. However, her body didn't move an inch as she silently became a stone lying in bed, as if she was already dead.
She only was able to calm herself after a while.
Olivia flung away her blanket and got down from the bed, but her legs suddenly wobbled, which carried her all the way crashing to the floor.
The chilly floor connected with her skin, and that sensation immediately coursed through her body.
It felt like… her heart had gone cold.
She took heavy steps in the direction of the bathroom, and she turned on the shower, faucet, everything that could produce water.
She lied in the bath tub and allowed the cold water to wash over her.
This continued for a long time until someone was knocking on the door again.
