ADRIAN’S POV

“Don’t make this tooplicated, just go to the guest room, and let’s end this,” I said, trying to make Dora understand.

“So what was the point of meing here if I can’t spend the night with you?” Doral snapped, her arms crossed tightly against her chest.

I tried to hide the irritation on my face when she said that, but I knew it showed. Why was I feeling this way though?

Dora might think I was taking Olivia’s side, but the truth was, tomorrow was a busy day for me, and I needed enough sleep. Knowing Olivia, she wouldn’t give up easily, so to end this faster, I just needed to push Dora out.

“Look, I know the time you spent here was limited but…”

“But nothing! You just want to use that as an excuse to sleep with her,” Dora rudely “But bnothing/b! You just interrupted me, her voice rising.

Yup, now I see why I slowly lost interest in her. She loved to nag, She was way too Jealous and always took little matters to the extreme.

“Like that would ever happen,” I heard Olivia say with a bitter tone, rolling her eyes.

At this point, I was done. Should I just grab my pillow and head over to my library to sleep there? At least then, I wouldn’t have to deal with this nonsense. But if I did that, d be leaving the two of them alone, and a fight would surely break out. And I don’t want Olivia’s parents thinking something else

I walked up to Dora and held both her hands, trying to settle this quickly.

“Just do this for me, okay? My ountant will send you something,” I said in a calm

but firm voice.

Dora narrowed her eyes, clearly considering my offer. Then, after a long pause, she smirked. “On one condition,” she said.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“A date. Me and you,” she said, tilting her head slightly, watching my reaction closely.

If that would keep both of them from tearing the roof off, then fine.

“Fine,” I said without giving it much thought.

??

Dora brolled /bbher /beyes but didn’t argue. She knew she was winning something out of thisb. /bWithout another word, she turned not because she got a date, but L

Sessfully unlocked!

the door. I knew she was happy, bked/b! ig to receive money.

Unlike Olivia, who didn’t appreciate anything.

As bsoon /bas Dora left, the air in the room felt lighter, like something had been lifted.

Finally, peace for the night. I let out a deep sigh and turned to Olivia.

“You better get some sleep. You’ll need it for tomorrowi,/i” I said, then went to my side of the bed andy down.

A few secondster, Olivia climbed onto the bed as well. I could feel her presence, even though I wasn’t facing her.

Just as I thought we were done for the night, I switched off the lights finally ready to sleep but then

Olivia yanked the duvet off me with force.

I turned to face herb, /bgiving her a look.

“What? Would you have preferred if it was Dora here instead?” she said back, her arms bcrossed/b.

How amusing. I knew she was trying to start something But I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of an argument. Without another word, I turned my back to her, ignoring herpletely.

Momentster, I felt her shifting around, and when I peeked over my shoulder, I saw bher /bstacking small pillows between us.

Was she seriously trying to create a barrier between us?

I sighed and ignored it, closing my eyes and finally allowing sleep to take over.

The next morning, my rm went off, and I wasted no time heading to the bathroom. I needed to get ready for the day ahead. After a quick shower, I stepped out and reached for a towel, drying myself off.

As I walked back into the room, I noticed Olivia was already out of bed. But what really caught my

attention was that she hadid out my clothes for me.

Perfectly folded and ready.

At least I didn’t have to remind her today.

Since I wasn’t going anywhere fancy, I kept it casual–a grey hoodie and brown shorts. I slipped them on, grabbed my watch from the nightstand, and went straight to Dora’s room thinking I would see her but she had left, she left me a text message saying.

“I’ll see byou /bon our date.b” /b

I scoffed and ignored it. I had more important things to do.

Walking downstairs, I expected to find Olivia in the dining area or the living room, but she was nowhere to be seen.

Where was she now?

I nced around the ce and bfinally /bbfound /bher in the kitchen. She was… cooking?

What the hell was she doing in the kitchen? Where was the head chef?

“What are you doing?” I asked, stepping inside.

.

She looked back at me, adjusting her apron. “What does it look like I’m doing?” she replied nonchntly. “My parents areing over, so I’m making breakfast.”

I frowned. “Why don’t

Ou let the chef do it? That’s why I’m paying her.”

Olivia shrugged. “Well, you see, they’re my parents, and I don’t want your chef cooking. for them. Besides, I know what they like.”

She turned back to the stove, flipping something in the pan.

I ran a hand down my face. Must she always argue with me?

“Whatever,” I muttered. “Come to the dining room. I need to tell you everything you need to do today.”

I saw the resistance on her face. She didn’t want to do it. But I didn’t care.

“Let’s go,” I said, my tone more serious this time.

She hesitated, clearly annoyed, but after a few seconds, she untied her apron and

followed

We reached the dining table, and I sat down while she stood with her arms crossed.

“Now let’s begin.”

b3/3 /b