After an unknown amount of time passed, the door to the room was suddenly knocked, and someone walked in. Olivia turned her body and saw her foster mother approaching, showing her usual warm smile. How was it possible that her eyes could always provide shade and make Olivia comfortable even when she was troubled? Olivia remembered their conversation a while ago. "Remember, this marriage happens not only because of fate but because of choice. The choice you and Ignazio made. No marriage is easy, Olivia. Whether it happens with or without love. Whatever problems arise in the future, after you officially become husband and wife, you have to share everything." Her advice was more or less the same as Francisca's. "Don't burden yourself if you have problems. Ignazio has to know what you feel, what you want, and what you need, and vice versa. You have to be able to share everything—body, feelings, thoughts. Hopefully, in the future, your marriage, even if problems arise, you'll be able to
Ignazio stood with an uncertain feeling. He had been restless all night thinking about his marriage to Olivia. This wasn't his first marriage, but he couldn't deny feeling nervous. In the morning, his two cousins had come to pick him up, expressing their fear that Ignazio might change his mind at the last moment and choose to run away before the wedding took place. Crazy. Their thoughts were so random. If Ignazio really wanted to run, why didn't he do it days ago? He thought cynically. He was more than ready to face this marriage, especially considering the revenge he would exact on Olivia afterward, making a sly smile linger on his face. Ignazio leisurely took a shower, not rushing despite his cousins urging him to do so. Nevertheless, even though this wedding would be a simple affair, Ignazio still wanted to look perfect. As he stepped into the walk-in closet, he was surprised to find Xaverio and Luca there, invading his private space and teasing him by whistling when they saw hi
During the journey back to the white room, they once again became the center of attention. Some people—whether patients or hospital staff—paused their steps just to congratulate them, causing their progress to be impeded. However, seeing the smiles on Olivia's face and those of her family members, Ignazio thought it wasn't a big issue. Upon reaching the white room, Olivia was led back to the room where she had been prepared earlier. Meanwhile, Ignazio went to his father's care room and helped him lie down again, alongside Geremia, who started reinstalling medical equipment on his father's body. "When are you guys leaving?" Ignazio asked once his father was feeling comfortable. "Kicking me out, huh?" his father quipped with a mocking smile. "Yeah," Ignazio replied bluntly, eliciting a laugh from his father. "Tomorrow night," his father said then. "I need to talk to Olivia, please call her," he instructed Ignazio. Ignazio frowned, momentarily suspicious as he glanced at his father
"WHERE ARE YOU GOING?" Ignazio asked with a cold tone that sent shivers down Olivia's spine instantly."Uh-um...""So, are you planning to sleep separately from me?" Ignazio asked again, his eyebrows furrowed and his icy gaze making Olivia swallow hard."N-no, Sir. I...""Sir?" Ignazio exclaimed with a rather high pitch. "You address me, your husband, as Sir?" Ignazio asked with a displeased tone.Olivia felt increasingly awkward. "Uh-um... it's..." Why did Olivia suddenly become so tongue-tied? It's like it's not her at all. She sighed inwardly."Follow me," Ignazio commanded, and without waiting for Olivia's response, he walked away, heading towards his own room.Ignazio opened the door and held it open, waiting for Olivia to follow. With a wildly beating heart, Olivia stepped into the room, and shortly after, Ignazio closed and locked the door from the inside."Sir?" Olivia called nervously."Isn't that address inappropriate, my dear Olivia?" Ignazio asked with a sly smile, making
OLIVIA WOKE UP when the sun was already blazing. She was truly surprised because during her time working at Antony-Claire's residence, she had never been late or woken up until this late.Immediately, Olivia got up and freshened up. What's happening? She thought to herself. The assistants at Antony-Claire's residence must think she's arrogant now. After marrying Ignazio, Olivia intended to remain the same or even become more diligent than before.Olivia went downstairs to the first floor and walked straight into the messy kitchen. As the door opened, the activities of the assistants halted instantly. Two pairs of eyes looked directly at her, initially with a surprised expression, but gradually turning into mischievous smiles and low whistles teasingly."Ahem, someone who just had an 'unboxing' session seems very exhausted," joked one of the senior household assistants, applauded by a younger assistant."Well, it's only natural, Ma'am, five years of holding back. Once the dam breaks, y
In the evening, Olivia planned to discuss the call with Ignazio. However, for some reason, she suddenly lacked the courage when facing the man directly.Upon returning from the office, Ignazio went straight into his room, which Olivia assumed was to freshen up because half an hour later, he emerged in changed clothes—a t-shirt, shorts, with fresher and soap-scented skin.Olivia didn't have alone time with Ignazio. And truth be told, even if she had the opportunity, she wasn't sure if she could speak or not. As a result, she chose to spend time by preparing dinner for the three of them while Ignazio accompanied Gianna playing and watching TV in the living room.After a quick shower, Olivia invited them to have dinner together, and honestly, Olivia felt they were now like a small, happy family."Papa..." Gianna spoke amidst her dinner, capturing Olivia and Ignazio's attention."Yes?" Ignazio replied shortly, looking at his daughter sitting on his left side, while Olivia sat on his right
Something warm caressed the lower part of Olivia's body. Instinctively, Olivia moved backward towards the warm, pulsating object beneath her buttocks. She also felt gentle strokes and caresses on her chest, causing her to moan softly."Sshhh... don't be loud, Gianna might wake up," someone whispered right into her right ear. Olivia's eyes widened in surprise. Her body, which had been writhing moments ago, now became stiff. She opened her eyes and saw Gianna sound asleep right in front of her.The pillow she had been using had apparently been replaced by the muscular, hairy arm of Ignazio, whose hand was now slipping into Olivia's shirt, seemingly playing with her breasts, while his other hand, as usual, slid into her pants."Sir, what are you doing?" Olivia whispered softly without daring to look."Touching you, of course. What else do you think?" Ignazio teased, once again tempting Olivia's body. Olivia had to bite her lip and grip the bedsheet tightly to avoid moaning."Why... mmm..
OLIVIA STOOD right in front of the Kralligimiz building. Her head tilted upward as she gazed at the tall structure. It seemed like she had taken a deep breath and exhaled heavily several times. Now, standing in front of the building, her feet felt too heavy to take a step."This isn't right," she mumbled to herself while turning around, intending to walk towards the entrance gate. "But if not now, when else can I talk to Ignazio?" she questioned herself again, turning back to face the building."This is too impulsive," she continued, shaking her head and turning her body once more. "But I've traveled far enough to reach this office; I can't just leave without talking to Ignazio. They need to resolve this 'Papa's Wife' issue and reassure Gianna. Otherwise, Ilya might refuse to come home, especially since the little one's desire is strongly supported by Olivia's sister, Rianna.""If Gianna doesn't want to come back, just let her be. Luna is happy to have Gianna here. Recently, I can't a