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His reply came quickly: “My room is a duplex suite, two bedrooms upstairs and downstairs. If you don’t mind, you can just stay over tonight.”
I hesitated, my finger hovering over the screen. We hadn’t seen each other in over three years, and staying overnight in his room so abruptly felt improper. Still, with nowhere else to go this late, and since it was a two-story duplex with separate bedrooms, I reluctantly typed: “Thank you. I’ll be there soon.”
Just as I was about to drive off, my phone chimed with a new message. Ethan Grey’s name flashed on the screen, instantly derailing my composure.
He had sent photos of Cassandra’s hand tightly wrapped in layers of gauze, making the injury appear quite severe. His message was blunt and accusatory: “Olivia, you really went too far this time. Come to the hospital and apologize to Cassandra immediately.”
Before I could process my anger, another message followed: “If you don’t apologize, I will never forgive you. Apologize obediently, and you can continue living in the manor.”
My lips curled into a cold sneer. Without hesitation, I deleted and blocked Ethan’s contact altogether, severing the last fragile tie between us.
Three years of my life, gone in an instant. Yet I felt nothing but relief.
(Ethan’s POV)
I stared darkly at my phone screen, now glaring with a red exclamation mark: “Olivia has enabled friend verification. You are not her contact. Please send a request.”
Anger flared hot in my chest. She actually dared to delete me! After everything I’d done for her, after giving her a place to stay, after tolerating her presence for three years-this was how she repaid me?
I gritted my teeth, my grip tightening around my phone. “So she’s got some backbone now, even learned to block me.”
“Ethan, what’s wrong?” Cassandra’s fragile voice called from the hospital bed.
I forced my emotions down, not wanting to upset her further. “Nothing.”
Cassandra’s eyes shimmered with tears, her tone pitiful as she raised her bandaged hand. “Ethan, is my hand crippled? Will I never be able to play piano again?”
My expression softened as I looked at her. Cassandra had been a piano student at a prestigious overseas conservatory before returning to Harbor City. She’d also cultivated a million followers on her popular social media account, becoming a minor internet celebrity.
Her talent was part of what made her special.
“No,” I reassured her, moving closer to the bed. “The doctor said it’s only a flesh wound, no damage to nerves or tendons. You’ll be fine in a few days.”
She bit her lip, vulnerability written across her delicate features. “Really? You’re not just comforting me?”
I gently ruffled her hair, the familiar gesture bringing a small smile to her face. “No.”
Her gaze turned watery again as she looked up at me. “Ethan, if-if my injury had been worse, and I could never play piano again, would you still forgive Olivia?”
My eyes turned icy at the mention of Olivia’s name. “Even with this injury, if she doesn’t apologize, I won’t forgive her. And if you really couldn’t play piano ever again, she would pay for it.”
Cassandra leaned into my shoulder with a faint smile. “I knew you were the one who cared about me most.”
I held her close, yet my mind drifted back to Olivia. Maybe I was too harsh telling her never to come back… But then I steeled myself. No, she hurt Cassandra first. It’s her fault. Blocking
Chap 15 Reaks the Ro me? She’s just waiting for me to coax her-but this time, I won’t.
This time, she would have to come crawling back.
(Olivia’s POV)
The Crescent Moon Hotel’s lobby was a marvel of modern luxury-all gleaming marble, crystal chandeliers, and tasteful art pieces. The moment I stepped through the revolving doors, my eyes found Connor Rivers.
He stood tall and striking in a black shirt and trousers, his perfectly proportioned figure-broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs-accentuated by the sleek lines of his clothes. His features remained as impossibly handsome as three years ago, sharp and cold yet undeniably alluring.
Beside him stood his assistant, Henry Morris, respectful and silent as always.
Catching sight of me, Connor strode quickly forward, his ice-blue eyes warming slightly. He took my suitcase gently from my hand and asked with quiet concern, “Livvy, are you alright?”
I lowered my gaze, suddenly feeling the weight of the night’s events. “I’m fine.”
Henry bowed slightly, ever the professional. “President Rivers, I’ll leave you now.”
Connor nodded, dismissing him with a subtle gesture.
The elevator ride to the top floor was silent. I could feel Connor’s gaze on me occasionally, but he didn’t press for details. That was one thing I’d always appreciated about him-he never pushed when I wasn’t ready to talk.
The duplex suite took my breath away. Vast floor-to-ceiling windows revealed Harbor City’s glittering night skyline, the lights of skyscrapers twinkling like earthbound stars. The living area featured plush sofas in cream leather, a state-of-the-art entertainment system, and tasteful modern art on the walls.
Connor’s voice was low and gentle as he set my suitcase down. “Livvy, do you want the upstairs bedroom or the downstairs one?”
Embarrassment flooded through me at the reality of sharing a suite with such an extraordinary man. Even after all these years, Connor Rivers still had the ability to make me feel like a tongue-tied schoolgirl.
“Either is… fine,” I stammered, hating how uncertain I sounded.
I heard his quiet chuckle, making me blush harder. Then his deep, soothing voice reassured me, “You stay upstairs then. If you need anything, just call me.”
My cheeks flushed crimson as I whispered, “Alright.”
(Olivia’s POV)
Perhaps Connor noticed my uneasiness with him in the hotel suite. He gestured toward the stairs with a slight nod.
“Check if you’re missing anything and let me know. I’ll go upstairs to take a shower,” he said.
His voice carried the natural authority of an Alpha, yet remained gentle with me. I appreciated the space he was giving me, allowing me to settle in without pressure.
“Wait a second.” Connor stopped, turned back, his ice-blue eyes questioning. “What’s wrong?”
I hesitated, then reached into my backpack. The bottled water I’d been suspicious of was still there, untouched since I’d found it in my room at Moonlight Manor. I pulled it out and handed it to Connor.
“Con, can you help me contact a testing facility? This water might have been tampered with.”
His gaze instantly sharpened as he grasped the implication. The temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees.
“Is someone trying to hurt you?” His voice had hardened, all traces of gentleness gone.
I nodded gravely. “I think so, but I can’t be sure. Better to be cautious.”
Without hesitation, Connor took the bottle, his fingers brushing against mine. “Alright, leave this to me.”
He immediately pulled out his phone and dialed. “Henry, come over. I need you to handle something.” His tone was curt, brooking no argument.
As he strode away, disappearing around the staircase corner, I finally let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. My tense body relaxed slightly, the weight of my suspicions now shared.
Just moments before, when I handed him the bottled water, our eyes had unexpectedly crashed into each other’s. His were bottomless pools of ice-blue, intense and deep. For a fleeting instant, my heart seemed to stop.
His eyes were beautiful. No, not only his eyes-his entire face was like a masterpiece, so perfect my heart couldn’t help but speed up. I’d forgotten how striking Connor was up close.
After he left, I took time to observe the suite. It clearly bore traces of someone’s long-term living: a jacket draped over a chair, several books on the coffee table, even a particular arrangement of items on the kitchen counter. These weren’t the marks of a transient stay at all.
That puzzled me. Wasn’t Connor based in Riverdale? Why did this Harbor City hotel suite feel like a second home? Yet I quickly dismissed the thought; it was none of my concern.
I unpacked my luggage in the bedroom, only to realize I hadn’t brought slippers for showering. As I hesitated whether to call Connor, the doorbell rang.
I opened the door to a polite hotel attendant bearing a tray and a bag.
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