Among those Olivia had seen, his golden hue was the brightest. The reason his gaze lingered for a long time was solely because of that.

“Where is this?”

“My hotel.”

“….”

Johann was nonchalant.

On the other hand, Olivia’s vision darkened, and her heart beat irregularly. It was the second shocking event.

A h-hotel.

She became afraid to read the newspaper tomorrow morning. The only relief was that he didn’t walk in confidently on his own. That was it.

“I have to go back.”
Olivia grabbed the blanket like a lifeline and stood up, throwing it off.

The sultry breeze of a summer night blew through the open window. The white curtains fluttered, and the translucent fabric partially covering the body, half-sitting on the bed, hinted at the silhouette. Johann’s gaze slowly followed that movement.

“Go to sleep.”

Johann gently grabbed Olivia’s round shoulders, pressing her down as he spoke.

Quivering pupils looked up at him. It was satisfying to see that pure gaze.

“I said go to sleep.”

“No.”

A straightforward and clear denial left no room for hesitation. The eyes as clear as the sea belonged to midwinter.

The gaze was too resolute, unfamiliar, like someone unknown to her.

“You have to go.”

‘Can’t you go to sleep? Go to sleep. Johann.’

It was Olivia who used to cling and plead not to leave the bedroom after their relationship ended.

Now it was Johann Leopold hanging on, pitifully.

“…Reporters are lurking.”

His lame excuse sounded ridiculous.

“Go to sleep.”

The smooth voice was dense. Meanwhile, the attitude was oppressive and harsh.

Olivia, who had put her feet under the bed in response to the word “reporters,” froze in place.

Olivia was sensitive to reporters. The apparent readiness to dash out at any moment had waned because of that.

If she made a wrong move, she would be engulfed in an irreversible scandal.

Not satisfied with merely engaging in an affair with her ex-husband, who was her former husband and a rival, she had spent the night with him along with his fiancée.

Olivia’s forehead was crumpled messily. Even the thought of it was too dreadful and provocative.

“Going out through the back door should be fine.”

“Even there.”

Olivia bit her lip.

Of course. Who would be foolish enough to leave through the front gate?

In her heart, she wanted to run out right away, but the dawn was too secretive a time for that.

A time when uncomfortable imaginations spread their branches.

An uneasy silence followed. The man continued to stare at her amid the dim dawn light.

Although there was no coercion in his gaze, it felt suffocating as if powerlessness had seeped into his stare.

“…Ann is worried.”

Olivia, looking away, broke the silence.

Apologies to the owner of this body, but it was fortunate that he, who used to be indifferent to his wife, was now hanging onto her. If not, she would have easily noticed that the woman in front of her wasn’t Olivia Blanshet.

Even so, it was frightening. The firm ashy eyes staring down at her were relentlessly intense.

“…I sent someone.”

“….”

Olivia looked up at him.

“How did you know?”

“About what.”

“…Where I live.”

Olivia shuddered momentarily.

How did he know about the secret residence that Edgar had kept thoroughly hidden from the press?

“No way…”

“Mabu told me.”

The man answered while taking off his coat and draping it over the bed, unbuttoning the collar.
Nonchalant words flowed naturally as if nothing had happened.

“Ah!”

Olivia’s eyes, which had been sharp as thorns, softened.

Even after he had rescued her, the woman who used to be his wife had treated him abusively as a kidnapper.

“I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize.”

Of course, it was true that they had conducted a background check on her.

“Why would that person do such a thing?”

“It will be revealed soon.”

Olivia furrowed her brow.

“Bring it respectfully.”

Certainly, the signature below was his handwriting.

Why did Maxwell’s man have that letter? The forgotten man’s existence came to mind.

“Edgar.”

Because of that, his name popped up in her mind. Simultaneously, their gazes met. The man’s gaze, subtly directed toward her, was heavy.

“……. ”

Under thick eyebrows, the steel-colored pupils slowly narrowed.

As the man, appearing displeased or angry, stood up, a long shadow cast over Olivia.

Instinctively, Olivia pulled the blanket to cover herself.

He approached.

Why…

When confronted with an immensely imposing presence, her heart began to beat rapidly.

Perhaps it was due to the awkward imitation she was putting on while overturning Olivia Blanshet’s memories.

As the man stopped right in front of her, her mind turned blank.

In the next moment, the man extended his arms and lowered his upper body.

Unknowingly, Olivia held her breath.