Chapter 191

"That's my career, of course I'm serious."

Olivia knew what he wanted to ask, but she no longer cared about his feelings.

After all, the woman he would eventually marry could never be her.

Since that was the case, why should she hold on to their initial promise, only to end up hurt and have her career stagnate?

She spoke firmly, but her gaze was directed outside.

A barely audible sigh sounded, and Atticus's voice carried a hint of reproach, "Didn't you tell me before that you would only make music and not get involved in their circle?"

He was clearly worried that her personality would suffer in the entertainment industry, but his words came out extremely harsh.

They even carried a hint of dominance.

Atticus was just short of calling her "disobedient."

Olivia felt a surge of grievance in her heart. It wasn't like she hadn't confessed her feelings to him.

But he had clearly rejected her.

What right did he have to control her now?

"Where I want to go and what I want to do is my own choice, and it has nothing to do with you. Even if something happens, it has nothing to do with you."

"Why do you reject me and then come back pretending to care about me?"

Olivia couldn't help but turn around to look at him.

But the moment her gaze fell on him, she couldn't look away.

No matter how many years had passed, he seemed unchanged in her eyes, still impeccably dressed in a suit, with a handsome face and a clean, decisive demeanor.

Just sitting next to him, feeling the aura he exuded, she could barely control her heart.

But so what?

A man as excellent and mature as him was destined not to choose someone more than ten years younger than him.

No matter how she changed her situation, no matter how excellent she became, the chasm between them would always exist.

The loneliness and grievance in Olivia's eyes did not escape Atticus's notice.

His heart felt like it was being squeezed, and his emotions followed suit.

"What do you mean it has nothing to do with me if something happens to you?"

Atticus suppressed the anger in his chest, "I advised you back then that your simple nature wasn't suited for this industry. Just singing was fine, but now you want to act. You haven't taken my words to heart at all."

He had disagreed with her entering the entertainment industry from the start.

First, she didn't need the money, and second, she wasn't very cunning.

Her simple nature, quick temper, and her hot and sexy appearance were all things men liked.

If she entered the entertainment industry and got set up by someone with ill intentions, it would be too late for regrets.

In the past few years, she had been more obedient, just singing and participating in a few shows, which was fine. But as she grew older, she became less obedient.

Whatever he said, she would do the opposite.

He thought she would at least listen to some of his advice, but instead, she responded even more fiercely.

"Atticus, why should I listen to you?"

"Yes, I used to like you so much that I couldn't help myself, but you rejected me every time. Since you don't care about me, why do you still try to control me?"

Olivia bit her lips tightly.

She had underestimated Atticus's influence on her. Just a few words from him had made her emotional.

She only listened to her boyfriend. Since he wasn't her boyfriend, why pretend to be a good person?

Olivia didn't need his sympathy!

She didn't need him to treat her like a junior and lecture her.

She wasn't Isabella; she couldn't stand it.

Atticus was a bit angry.

Good advice not being accepted would make anyone angry.

"I'm just worried you'll be taken advantage of. Wasn't it fine just releasing albums before? Why do you have to get involved in the film industry..."

This time, before Atticus could finish, Olivia interrupted him.

"Mr. Wilson, saying too much will only annoy people. I've said this is my choice and has nothing to do with you. Please don't worry about me. I don't need it!"

Olivia's tone was cold and icy.

If Atticus had said these words as her boyfriend, she would have jumped for joy.

But what was his identity now? Was he advising her as her friend Isabella's uncle?

Just thinking about it made her feel ridiculous.

If Atticus really cared about her, if he was concerned about her, such a smart person, wouldn't he know what she was thinking?

At the villa, Isabella left the window on the second floor, pondering how to bring Olivia and Atticus together.

She knew both of their personalities and characters well. If they could be together, they would be relatives.

The only issue was the age difference.

She didn't know if they would mind that.

However, as far as she knew, Olivia's last crush was also a mature type more than ten years older than her.

Maybe Atticus was exactly what she wanted.

Atticus was mature, charming, and successful, able to give her a sense of security.

Isabella was thinking about how to bring this up when they returned, but when she turned around, she saw a familiar figure sitting downstairs.

She was so startled that she hid behind the wall and patted her chest.

Michael!

How did he get in?

The next second, she saw Michael sitting on her sofa, leisurely drinking water from her cup.

Isabella instantly understood everything.

He had clearly been here for a while, waiting for Atticus to leave before coming in.

It made sense.

With Michael's status, finding someone in Evergreen City was just a matter of time.

She guessed that with his current posture, he had probably found out she was here a few days ago but didn't come in to avoid a conflict with Atticus.

Downstairs, Michael put down the pink cup in his hand and returned the marriage documents he had brought to his inner pocket.

He had only thought of this place after someone reminded him.

But since he couldn't get in, he had brought the marriage documents to prove his identity.

Otherwise, he might not have been able to get in and would have alerted her.

Knowing she had been in this house for the past few days, he felt relieved.

Following the traces of life inside, he walked step by step to the balcony, then to the piano she had played, and touched it, a smile unconsciously appearing on his lips.

During this time, he had almost turned Evergreen City upside down looking for her.

But he still couldn't find a trace of her.

He had to ask Daniel for help again, and Daniel had casually mentioned, "I wonder how the house Atticus gave Isabella for her birthday is coming along?"

That house was a birthday gift from Atticus.

Not a place ordinary people could enter.

After that day, he had focused on Atticus, but Atticus's status and abilities were extraordinary.

It took him three days to find this place.

Maybe God was helping him. When he arrived, he happened to see Atticus leaving, and the door wasn't even locked.

He had easily gotten in.