Fit For Your Love

Chapter 31 

Olivia grabbed the clothes on his chest, rubbed her face against his chest, and buried herself in his arms.

Brayden looked down at her.

Under the light, her skin was like fine porcelain, smooth and tender, her face flushed, and her eyelashes were long.

She was so cute that made him feel warm.

However, he smiled bitterly.

She trusted him so much that he didn't dare to do anything improperly to her.

She was his angel, and he could not hurt his angel.

He took Olivia to the bed, covered her with the quilt, and went to the bathroom.

Not long after, he came out with hot water and towels to wipe her face, hands, and feet, as if he were taking care of a child.

Olivia didn't move and slept soundly.

Brayden was helpless.

She must not be allowed to drink with others in the future.

Otherwise, he would be worried for she might be taken advantage of by others.

He tucked Olivia in, looked at her deeply for a while, then got up and left.

Instead of going back to the side bedroom, Brayden stood beside the fence outside with a glass of wine and looked at the closed bedroom door, taking a sip from time to time.

On a night like this, it would be a lie if he didn't feel anything, but he could control himself.

After some time, a small sound came from the bedroom.

Brayden paused and immediately opened the door.

"Olivia?"

He ran in and stopped quickly.

Olivia was crying, her eyes closed, and her face was wet with tears.

She was talking in a low voice.

Brayden bent over and put his ear closer.

"Please...Please let my child go..."

"Please...Everett..."

Brayden straightened up.

Everett, this man hurt her, didn't he? Imperial Beauty.

Famous villa areas.

At this moment, in a modern European-style building, the warm lights were turned on, adding warmth to the cold villa.

Melody sat at the table with her hands propped up and clasped, looking at the person sitting opposite her.

"I made all these dishes.Try them.’ Everett raised his eyebrows.

Obviously not believing her.

Melody brushed off her long chestnut wavy hair, sexy and charming.

"What, not like my cooking?"

Everett didn't answer.

He picked up the silver chopsticks, put apiece of brightly colored ribs in his mouth, and ate them.

Melody, "How is it?"

She looked at him expectantly.

Although it tasted good for herself, he was very picky and she didn't know if it was to his liking.

Everett wiped his mouth with a tissue and looked at her.

"Not bad."

Melody raised her lips.

"Although I really want your compliment, it's too hypocritical of you to say that the first time I cook.However, I accept this answer.’ She raised her glass.

"But I will find a way to change your answer to 'good' in the future."

Everett looked at her, his eyes moving slightly.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

"No need."

"Hmm?"

"It will hurt your hands."

Melody's eyes were full of happiness.

"As long as it's for you, so what if I hurt my hand?"

She was willing to do this for him.

The dinner was good and the atmosphere was good.

Melody drank a lot, sat on his lap, and hugged him.

"Everett." Everett held her hand.

"Melody, you're drunk."

Melody looked at him in a daze.

"Everett, I don't want to wait for the wedding.I want you now.’ Everett's eyes darkened.

However, nothing else changed.

Melody kissed him on the chest, and the heat sprayed on him.

"Everett, give it to me...Give it to me..."

She moaned coquettishly, like a banshie.

But no matter how she moved or kissed, Everett didn't respond.

Melody finally stopped and stared at the person in front of her.

There was no warmth in his eyes.

"Not interested in me?"

There were many men who would want to sleep with her, and even got aroused by her sexy photos, but he didn't feel anything about her at all.

Why? Everett.Why!

"It's not time yet."

He opened his mouth, put her down, and tidied his clothes.

Melody looked at him, his dark eyes without any desire, and his face was as indifferent as ever.

Was he really restraining himself? No, she couldn't see any sign of that in him.

He didn't want her at all! "Everett, I order you to take me.’