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I shook my head, still amazed by the memory. “He moved so fast and fierce that Liam soon crumpled helplessly on the ground. His agonized shrieks faded into unconsciousness.”
“I was terrified,” I.confessed, my voice dropping. “I could barely restrain Connor or avoid being accidentally struck myself in the frenzy.”
The table had fallen completely silent, everyone hanging on my words.
“When it was over, Connor’s hands dripped blood, splattered on his face. His ice-blue eyes burned with fury.” I shuddered slightly at the memory. “He looked like an avenging predator rather than the controlled man we all know.”
I continued, explaining the aftermath. “Liam was hospitalized for months with injuries and subsequently expelled from school. His family’s business collapsed due to the scandal and pressure from the Rivers family, forcing them to flee Riverdale in disgrace.”
“Connor spent a few days in detention but was released after his father, William
Rivers, negotiated with the local authorities and paid hefty compensation to maintain peace.”
I added with meaningful emphasis, my eyes twinkling as I looked between Connor and Olivia. “Back then, I stupidly thought he was just protecting a vulnerable young woman, but recently I realized he’d always had his eye on you as someone special.”
(Olivia’s POV)
My heart clenched with complex emotions-shock, fear, gratitude, guilt. My slender fingers tightened around my wine glass, knuckles white.
I never imagined Connor had risked everything, even nearly killing another person and facing punishment, on my behalf when we barely knew each other.
The rest of the evening passed in a blur. I barely registered the conversations around me, my mind replaying Ethan’s story over and over.
Returning to my luxury apartment across from Riverdale University in the dead of night, under a cold moon and sharp wind, I remained silent and walked ahead, lost in emotional turmoil.
Connor followed anxiously, murmuring softly behind me, his normally commanding voice gentle with concern. “Livvy, please don’t be angry.”
When I still ignored him, he slipped inside before I could shut the door, his expression wounded. “Livvy, are you afraid of me now?”
His voice trembled slightly as he pleaded, “Don’t be scared. I’m not a violent person, I’d never hurt you. That day… it was just… what he said about you triggered something in me. I couldn’t stand anyone saying those filthy things about you…”
Looking up at him with misty amber eyes, I sighed deeply, my voice tinged with helpless concern. “I’m not afraid of you. I’m just worried about you…”
My voice caught as I continued. “If you had really killed him, your whole future would be ruined… The authorities might have demanded severe punishment… It’s not worth it, not for me…”
(Connor’s POV)
I gently pulled her into my embrace, my hand soothingly caressing her back like I was comforting a distressed child.
“It’s over now, it’s all in the past,” I murmured against her hair, breathing in her familiar scent.
(Olivia’s POV)
My voice choked, tears welling again. “How many days were you in detention?”
(Connor’s POV)
“Not many,” I reassured gently, my thumb wiping away a tear that had escaped down her cheek.
I hated seeing her cry, especially over something I’d done years ago without a second thought. I would do it again in a heartbeat to protect her.
(Olivia’s POV)
“Did you suffer? I heard the food they serve detained people is just plain meat with herbs. You can’t stand that bland diet, right?” My voice revealed concern, knowing his preference for rich, flavorful meals.
(Connor’s POV)
I chuckled softly, feeling my ice-blue eyes warming at her concern. “Couldn’t stand it.
Considered it a cleansing diet.”
My larger form enveloped her protectively, wanting to shield her from even these painful memories.
(Olivia’s POV)
Despite my tears, I let out a shaky laugh and punched his chest lightly. “You’re not fat at all. Just trying to annoy me, aren’t you?”
My amber eyes sparkled despite the moisture still clinging to my lashes. Something warm and tender was blooming in my chest, pushing aside the shock and worry.
(Connor’s POV)
I coaxed gently, my voice a low rumble. “Alright, let’s not talk about this anymore, okay?”
My hands stroked her honey-brown hair with tender reverence. I’d waited so long to be able to touch her like this, to comfort her, to be the one she turned to.
(Olivia’s POV)
Red-eyed, I gazed up at him, my curiosity still not fully satisfied. “Why didn’t you me before?”
(Connor’s POV) tell
“I didn’t want you to carry any guilt. I chose to protect you. It had nothing to do with you.”
My ice-blue eyes held absolute certainty, no regret visible for the actions I’d taken. I would do anything to keep her safe, to protect her smile.
(Olivia’s POV)
Tears spilled uncontrollably down my cheeks as the full weight of his long-standing protection settled in my heart. All these years, he had been watching over me, caring for me, even when I had no idea.
Tenderly, Connor cupped my face and wiped my tears with his thumbs, his touch gentle despite his strength. “Why are you crying again? Don’t cry, or my heart will ache too.”
Leaning down, he softly kissed away the glittering tears on my cheeks, his lips warm against my skin.
(Olivia’s POV)
Days passed amid the endless autumn rain before the sky finally cleared on the day of my engagement. The morning sun cast a golden glow through the windows of the
Winters Family Estate, bringing with it a sense of promise and new beginnings.
“Today is Olivia’s big day, and everyone in the Winters Family woke up early,” I heard
Agatha Turner, our loyal housekeeper, announce cheerfully as she bustled through the hallways.
Even little Grace, my half-sister who usually loved to sleep in, had risen with the sun.
She raced through the corridors in a festive red dress, her childish excitement echoing off the walls.
“Sister’s getting engaged today! Sister’s getting engaged today!” Grace chanted, spinning in circles until she nearly toppled over.
Inside my bedroom at the estate, a team of professional stylists busied themselves around me. Mirrors reflected my transformation as they worked their magic, turning me from Olivia Winters, independent lawyer, into a bride-to-be.
I wore a soft pink gown with delicate embroidery that caught the light with every movement. My honey-brown hair had been elegantly coiled into a bun, adorned with pearl pins that complemented my amber eyes.
“Just a touch more blush,” the makeup artist murmured, adding the finishing touches to enhance my porcelain complexion.
Grace slipped into the room, resting her little face on the vanity. Her eyes widened with wonder as she gazed at me admiringly.
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