Chapter 262

I was a bit tired and wanted to pull over to rest for a while before continuing, but I accidentally fell asleep…

Olivia Lopez went directly around to the other side, opened the passenger door, and got in.

"Perfect. Take me home."

Julian Winston snorted lightly. "You really don't treat yourself like an outsider."

Even as he said this, the corners of his mouth turned up uncontrollably.

"Fine. I'll do a good deed today and see it through to the end. Hold on tight—"

He slammed on the accelerator, and the sports car shot out like an arrow.

Olivia: "Holy shit! Slow down! I haven't lived enough yet, I don't want to go to heaven with you!"

"What's wrong with that? Dying together, hehe…"

Olivia just rolled her eyes at him.

Given their current relationship, even if they died, they'd be buried separately.

Twenty minutes later—

Olivia: "Just stop at the gate. I'll walk in."

"No! I haven't delivered you properly yet!"

Julian turned the steering wheel and drove directly into the underground garage.

"Thanks." The car stopped, and Olivia pushed the door open to get out.

"Hey, just leaving like that?"

Olivia paused. "Do I need to pay the fare?"

"Hehe, no need. Who are we to each other? Right?"

Olivia: "Get to the point."

Julian: "I haven't had dinner. I'm starving."

"So?"

"Go to your place and make me something to eat."

Olivia spread her hands. "Sorry, I don't cook."

Julian had already thought of a countermeasure. "You don't need to do anything. I saw instant noodles in the cabinet last time. I'll go up and make them myself."

"Fine." Olivia turned and motioned for him to follow.

Julian immediately got out, locked the car, and trotted after her into the elevator.

Olivia: "You could find any restaurant outside, or just order takeout. Either is better than instant noodles."

"I just like this, what's wrong with that?"

Olivia gave him a thumbs-up. "You're something else."

Julian: "…" Got sarcasm again.

While she was entering the code, he peeked.

168…

What came next?

Damn it! Blinked and missed it!

The door opened. Olivia went straight in without paying him any mind.

Julian didn't need an invitation. He swaggered in, changed his shoes, completely at ease as if it were his own home.

Olivia turned and pointed to the kitchen. "Help yourself. I'm going to take a shower…"

With that, she went into the bedroom.

Julian looked around, touched things here and there, and rummaged through the fridge.

Wow…

It really was just instant noodles!

Fortunately, there were plenty of drinks in the fridge, and good wine in the liquor cabinet.

He picked a dry red, opened it to let it breathe, then put it in the fridge to chill.

When the noodles were almost done, he took the decanter out.

Slightly cool, not icy. Perfect.

Time to eat!

Olivia came out from her shower wearing a white bathrobe, her hair still wrapped up. She saw Julian crouched behind the coffee table slurping noodles like a monkey, eating while watching TV.

A glass of red wine sat beside him, condensation misting the sides…

"You chilled it in the fridge?"

"Yep!" He looked up, noodles still hanging from his mouth.

Olivia looked at him with disgust.

A proper rich young master, how could he be so sloppy?

"Finish chewing before you speak. It's disgusting."

Julian slurped the rest into his mouth. "Chew what? The bowl is full of broken noodles. That's disgusting."

"…"

"You don't actually eat noodles like that, do you?"

Olivia: "…"

"Hmm?" He pressed.

Olivia: "I. Don't. Eat. Noodles."

Julian's face said 'like I believe that.'

She turned to go back to her room, but he suddenly spoke.

"Not having a glass?"

Olivia looked back, her gaze sweeping over the misty decanter.

It was exactly the wine she liked, and perfectly chilled…

"Fine, pour me a glass!"

It was really hard to refuse.

Julian immediately went to get a glass.

"Here, try it. I decanted it. Guaranteed to satisfy!"

Olivia took it, her mouth twitching. "That's because my wine is good."

"Yes, yes, your wine is good, my technique is good. We're a perfect match, alright?"

"You can be shameless, but don't drag me into it." Olivia said, tilting her head back for a sip.

Julian: "…" She really never takes a loss.

After just one sip, Olivia had to admit Julian did know his stuff.

"How is it? Not disappointed, right?" He lifted his chin, arms crossed.

"…It's alright." She was afraid praising him would make him cocky.

"Just alright?!"

Olivia took another sip. "Mhm~"

"…"

"Hey, are you going to eat your noodles or not? They'll get soggy."

"Shit—Are they soggy?" Julian immediately crouched back down and buried his head in his noodles.

By the time he had finished off both noodles and broth, an empty wine glass was thrust in front of him.

A transparent glass, curved body, held by a woman's slender, jade-like fingers, abruptly crashing into his line of sight.

A delicate wrist, pale back of the hand, even the nail beds were a glossy, tender pink.

The man was mesmerized.

"…Did you hear me?!"

"Huh?" Julian looked up, dazed. "What did you say just now?"

Olivia: "Another glass."

"Oh! Okay!"

He hurriedly reached out to take the glass, but in his fluster, instead of the glass, he grabbed the woman's hand.

In that instant, it felt like an electric shock ran through Julian from head to toe, every pore contracting uncontrollably.

Smack!

A sharp sound.

Julian stared blankly, instinctively withdrawing his hand to look at the back of it.

Damn! It was red!

"Why did you hit me?"

"For making you pour wine, not for letting you cop a feel. Hitting a pervert like you is exactly what you deserve!"

"No… How am I a pervert?! I just accidentally touched your hand! I didn't touch anywhere else…"

His voice trailed off towards the end.

Whether he was in the wrong or just feeling guilty, he definitely lacked conviction.

Olivia glared. "You want to touch somewhere else？！How about you just go to heaven?! Seems like you've done plenty of sleazy things before, made a habit of it, huh?"

"Let me tell you, touching any part of a girl without her consent, even her feet or her hair, is sleazy."

"I'm going easy on you, I didn't slap your face. And you're still complaining?!"

Julian: "I…"

"You what you?! If you're wrong, stand straight and take your punishment. No excuses!"

"…"

Couldn't win. Really couldn't win an argument.

In the end, he could only obediently pour her more wine.

"…I admit I was wrong, I apologize. Please, have a drink~"

"That's more like it."

Olivia took a couple of sips and leaned back comfortably into the sofa.

Julian refilled his own glass.

The more they drank, the more intoxicating it became. Olivia, this vicious woman, was fierce, but her taste was definitely on point.

The night deepened.

Glass after glass went down, and the drunkenness grew stronger and stronger…