Lorraine looked at Olivia with furrowed brows. But she didn't give any answer. "For now, I can endure it. After all, working at Askim Elbise is just a stepping stone until I get a new job," she replied, trying to appear indifferent.Olivia smiled. She stopped talking because she didn't want to hurt Lorraine's feelings. Olivia knew, from her observations during the few days she worked at Kralligimiz, that Meizar paid attention to Lorraine, even if he might do it unconsciously.Olivia had lived long enough with the Quirino family. Five years were certainly not a short time to learn about their characters. Although not close, Olivia often observed them all.The Quirino men could be considered love-stricken. Somehow, starting from the oldest to the youngest—Rayyan for now, as the others hadn't shown signs of falling in love—appeared deeply infatuated with their partners.Grandpa Altezza for Granny Adaline. Grandpa Antony for Granny Claire. Grandpa Gian for Granny Joanna. And it continued
OLIVIA CLUTCHED HER BACK against the door, gripping the front of the towel tightly with her hand. Her heart raced, and her breath came in rapid bursts. Seeing Ignazio earlier somehow made her feel embarrassed and nervous.Oh God, how could she appear in front of him half-naked like this? She felt truly embarrassed.On the other side of the door, Ignazio still hadn't released his grip on the door handle. His heart pounded wildly. He leaned his forehead against the door, eyes closed, but unfortunately, all he saw were the shadows of Olivia's small, white, and smooth shoulders and neck.Ignazio swallowed hard, trying to banish the image of Olivia's body that made the lower part of him throb with pain. He quickly let go as if the object were too hot and stepped away."Oh God, I must be going crazy," he whispered to himself. "How can I imagine that young girl's body so vulgarly? Olivia is even younger than Meizar. Olivia is more fitting to be my niece than a woman imagined so indecently."
After greeting some members of the Quirino family, Olivia chose to head to the kitchen, intending to assist the household assistants in preparing food for the sizable Quirino family. However, as soon as she entered and took hold of a spatula, she was kicked out with the excuse that they didn't want to incur Granny Claire's wrath, and they didn't want Olivia to get dirty. Resigned to the situation, Olivia walked towards the clean kitchen where the Quirino women—Ignazio's cousins—were preparing vegetables and fruits for a salad. "How's working at Kralligimiz, enjoying it?" Ivana, her foster sister, asked. Ivana was the daughter of the Altezza-Adaline couple, the younger sister of the twins Falisha-Geremia, and the older sister of Rayyan Quirino. "Well, it's work, you know, the same everywhere. Nothing special," Olivia replied, taking a knife and helping peel fruits, just like Ivana was doing. "Anything exciting happening?" Sara inquired. Sara was Ignazio's cousin, the eldest daughter
On Saturday morning, with a fresh spirit, Ignazio descended to the lower floor and prepared for breakfast. His sister, along with her husband and Ignazio's nieces and nephews, were already downstairs, filling the table. The only ones missing were Meizar and Olivia.Ignazio approached the dining table, greeted everyone, stroked his daughter's head, and gave her a gentle kiss before taking a seat. His sister Flavia and her eldest daughter Ayla were preparing food on the table. Suspecting that Olivia might also be helping, Ignazio glanced towards the messy kitchen, but until his sister and her children sat down, Olivia had not appeared."Where's Meizar?" Ignazio asked casually, suspecting that his younger brother might still be asleep in his room."Meizar left early this morning with Olivia," his mother answered with a flat tone."Gone? With Olivia?" he asked, furrowing his brow. His mother nodded. "Where to?" he inquired."To the apartment," his mother replied again, still in her usual
Olivia still hadn't returned when dinner arrived, and for some reason, it made Ignazio even more irritated. He glanced at the clock again, and time seemed to drag on for him.Where could she be? How long does it take for an evening class in her part-time studies? Do they study from morning until late at night like this? Are their heads okay if they keep receiving lessons?All these questions were accompanied by grumbling frustration. Ignazio wasn't focused when someone tried to talk to him because Olivia was the only thing in his mind.Fortunately, no one around him protested. Until, in order to avoid longer daydreaming, Ignazio chose to excuse himself and go upstairs, claiming he wanted to review the documents Meizar had given him.Upon returning to the upper floor, Ignazio found that he was not focused on the documents at all. He lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. His ears strained to listen, perhaps hoping to hear the sound of a vehicle approaching their home.His pare
For Ignazio, Sunday passed with the same feeling. Annoying. Olivia disappeared since morning and only reappeared towards the evening. Ignazio really wanted to confront Olivia about the campus, letting her students go home until late at night. Would the campus take responsibility if something happened to her on the way home? For instance, if there was an accident because she was drowsy and negligent while driving, would they feel guilty?Yes, even though Olivia didn't drive herself, it was actually more worrying. There are many bad people out there. What if one of them targeted Olivia?However, Ignazio couldn't offer to escort or pick up Olivia from campus without making others suspicious. Even if he used worry as his reason, it would still make people raise their eyebrows at him. Meizar, who was closer to the girl, didn't do the same. Why should he act like that?When Monday morning arrived, Ignazio was nervous again. This was the day he would start everything in Kralligimiz.Five yea
Meizar looked at his brother with furrowed brows, but then nodded and spoke firmly to his subordinates—who held high positions in the company. "See you at the welcome event later," he said, blocking people from entering the elevator where his father and Ignazio were already.Ignazio leaned against the elevator wall. He tried to control himself. His heart was beating faster than usual, and sweat started to form on his forehead. His father and brother looked at him with concern."You okay, Brother?" Meizar approached and observed his brother carefully.Ignazio raised his hand and nodded. He was fine. Or at least somewhat fine. He was just nervous and experiencing stage fright.It turned out to be much harder than he had imagined. He was genuinely surprised and unprepared.The elevator opened. Ignazio took a deep breath. Getting ready to be the center of attention again, but luckily, there weren't as many people on that floor as before. Still, they looked at Ignazio with curious stares,
Olivia was aware, since she saw Ignazio in Meizar's room earlier, that he wasn't okay. However, he tried to appear fine. Ignazio must be experiencing a panic attack. Although it was not explicitly mentioned in the reports provided by Mrs. Claire, Olivia could read the signs. Olivia looked around to find a tissue, but she couldn't find one. "I'm sorry, Sir," she whispered before placing her fingers on Ignazio's forehead and gently wiping away the sweat with the edge of her shirt sleeve. Ignazio opened his eyes for a moment, silently observing Olivia before closing his eyes again and enjoying the gentle touch. Olivia reached for Ignazio's neck, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. She hoped that this would help Ignazio a little. The sweat wasn't only on his forehead and neck but covered his entire body. "Take off your jacket, Sir. I'll borrow Mr. Meizar's clothes so you can change your wet shirt," Olivia ordered softly, and Ignazio complied. After removin