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“Hello, I’m here to deliver items for Mr. Rivers,” he said with a professional smile.
I accepted the hot herbal tea and the bag, thanking him softly. After closing the door, I was surprised to see the steaming cup of herbal tea. Did Connor also have the habit of drinking ing tea before bed? That was quite a coincidence. g the bag, I found a pair of brand-new women’s slippers, two unopened towels, and e toiletries-clearly prepared just for me. A gentle warmth rose in my chest. Connor truly was attentive.
At this moment, Connor appeared at the stairway, his powerful presence filling the room without effort.
“Did everything arrive?” he asked, his ice-blue eyes scanning my face.
I looked up, feeling a strange flutter in my chest. “Yes, thank you, Con.”
Our eyes met in the air, carrying an unspoken intimacy. He was no longer just my childhood friend but also my fiancé now. The realization made my cheeks warm.
Connor approached, clarifying, “I ordered the tea for you.”
“Huh? I thought it was for you,” I replied, surprised.
“I don’t have that habit,” he said simply. “Drink it, it’s good for you after the stress you’ve been through.”
As he spoke, Connor turned to open the door again. Standing silently outside was his assistant, Henry Morris, whom he had summoned earlier. Connor handed over the suspicious bottled water.
“Send this for testing immediately. I want to know if it contains any toxins,” he instructed, his tone leaving no room for questions.
Henry’s expression remained professionally neutral. “Yes, Mr. Rivers.”
When Connor turned back, he caught my curious, clear amber eyes. An indescribable softness brushed his expression. Unable to resist, he reached out and gently ruffled my honey-brown hair with a fondness that was almost habitual.
“Go to bed early. What time do you want me to wake you tomorrow?” he asked.
“Ten o’clock,” I replied, looking up at him from the sofa.
Unbeknownst to me, a faint line of herbal tea had stained my lips, creating an unexpectedly intimate and alluring scene. Connor’s gaze deepened, his throat working slightly as he looked away.
“Sleep early. Good night.” Without waiting for my reply, he turned and ascended the stairs in haste.
I didn’t notice his subtle turmoil. I lowered my head, sipping the tea slowly, my heart oddly warm and tranquil.
The next morning, before the alarm clock chimed, Connor appeared, knocking gently on my door.
“Livvy, time to get up,” his deep voice called from the other side.
I woke, fished my phone from under the pillow, and glanced at the screen: 9:59 sharp. Such precise timing.
After finishing my morning routine, I emerged to a breakfast laid out on the table: a humble bowl of venison stew. The rich aroma filled the air, making my stomach growl appreciatively.
Curious, I took a spoonful of broth. My eyes brightened instantly as the familiar flavor hit my tongue.
“How come it tastes exactly like that restaurant near my law firm?” I asked, unable to hide my surprise.
Across the table, Connor merely murmured a neutral “Mm.”
I was puzzled. What did that mean? I sampled another bite-yes, it was unmistakably the same taste. The unique blend of herbs, the perfect tenderness of the meat-this wasn’t just similar, it was identical.
I glanced suspiciously at him. “Did you buy this from that tiny restaurant behind my firm?”
A pause, then Connor admitted plainly, “Yes.”
“But… how do you know that shop?” It was more than ten kilometers from this hotel. Why would he go so far for venison stew?
Seeing no point in hiding, Connor confessed quietly, “I… came to Harbor City to see you before.”
I froze, shocked, my amber eyes widening. “C-came to Harbor City? When?”
“In your first year here, the second year, and this year. I visited every year.” His voice was calm and matter-of-fact.
My mind went blank as if blood had stopped flowing. Connor had come secretly, year after year, just to see me? No wonder the suite bore traces of frequent occupation-he’d visited often.
My heart thudded wildly with a realization I wasn’t ready to face. Had he been watching over me all this time? While I thought I was alone in Harbor City, had he been silently keeping tabs on me?
Flustered, I hurriedly changed topic. “Thank you for the stew, Con. It’s really delicious.”
He noticed my flushed ears, red as if bleeding, and a faint smile played at his lips, but he didn’t expose my shyness. Instead, he changed the subject gently.
“By the way, I know a skilled artifact restorer-Eliza Montgomery. She was once invited by the National Heritage Museum to repair ancient relics. Maybe she can fix your ceramic figurine.”
“Really?” My head snapped up, eyes sparkling with hope.
Connor nodded calmly. “When we return to Riverdale, I’ll take you to see her.”
“Alright.” His words soothed my battered heart like a healing balm.
Somehow, I simply trusted him-if he said the expert was capable, then my precious light blue ceramic figurine, shattered together with memories of my mother Sarah, just might be saved.
I couldn’t quite explain why, but Connor’s gentle surprises had given me too many shocks in one morning. Suddenly, I wondered-what else did he hide from me?
(Olivia’s POV)
After dinner, Connor and I descended to the underground parking garage. I walked toward the glacier blue Bentley Continental GT, keys in hand.
“How does the car feel to drive?” Connor asked softly.
I tucked a strand of honey-brown hair behind my ear, my amber eyes avoiding his intense gaze.
“I drove it last night, it’s really good. Thank you, Con.” Then, remembering something important, I lifted the keys and added, “By the way, I also have a gift for you. I meant to give it to you last night but forgot. It’s in my suitcase at the hotel. I’ll bring it to you when I come back.”
Connor gently opened the driver’s side door. “Why don’t I come with you? I’ll drive.”
I was momentarily stunned but quickly recovered. “Coming together is fine, but let me drive.
You should rest.”
I knew he must be exhausted after flying from Riverdale last night and driving twenty kilometers early this morning just to bring me venison stew. I didn’t want to trouble him. further.
Connor’s ice-blue eyes softened with a smile as he quietly moved to the passenger side. “Then
I shall graciously accept.”
The engine purred to life as I pulled out of the parking garage. The Bentley handled like a dream, responding to my lightest touch.
“Can I sit in on your territory dispute hearing today?” Connor asked as we sped down the highway.
“Sure, it’s a contract dispute case, nothing confidential,” I responded. “You just need to bring your ID, fill out a form, and get a pass.”
He nodded. “I brought my ID specifically after researching the process. I’ve never seen you work before.”
As I focused on driving, I was unaware that Connor’s gaze was full of gentle affection and deep pride. A thick silence settled between us.
“Con, why did you agree to our arranged mating?” I finally asked quietly.
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