14. Not afraid of him

"Krm!" Olivia liberates her throat.

"I seem to have forgotten my purse with you. Can I have it back already?" She asks.

Darls merely moved away from the doorway. He made a path for her, and then he pointed at the purse on his bed.

Olivia took a deep breath before stepping inside. She secretly peeked at the room and noticed nothing fancy.

Just two old paintings hung on the wall, and then the architecture of the room and its wallpaper design

It looks typical of a person with an I don't care personality. The room was just cold, devoid of anything warm. Not even a vase of flowers.

As she gets to the bed, she picks up her purse and smiles at him. Darls now lean against the wall, expressionless.

He watches her walk, seeming captivated by her mode of walking, but his face is still sans any emotions.

He stood magnificently like he was intentionally showing off his muscles, abs, and biceps. His perfect, alluring, and seductive body, which he had always kept hidden behind his suits, was now open