Chapter_167
Claude hummed softly in agreement as Sophie disappeared through the door, leaving him alone with Olivia.
The doctor gave Olivia permission to rest in a bed outside. Claude stood by, observing her quietly as she gazed up at him. “I’m really fine. Don’t worry. I just need some rest,” Olivia insisted, her voice soft but resolute.
She attempted to rise, but Claude’s gaze softened, and he moved closer. “Allow me.”
Before Olivia could react, he effortlessly lifted her into a bridal carry. She froze, instinctively trying to push away, but his grip was firm and reassuring.
“Claude—!” Olivia stammered, a tinge of panic creeping into her voice. The idea of being held in another man’s arms, especially now that she was married, made her feel uncomfortable. “I—I’m really fine! Please, just let me walk on my own!”
Claude didn’t smile. His expression was calm, his voice steady. “Relax, Olivia. I’m just taking you to the bed. Walking might make your injury worse.”
His words, though well-intentioned, didn’t ease the rush of conflicting emotions coursing through Olivia. She struggled, but he gently pressed her back into his arms.
When he reached the bed, he lowered her carefully, making sure she was comfortable before stepping back. “Feeling better?” he asked softly, his tone almost tender.
Still rattled, Olivia hesitated before responding. “I’m… okay. R—Really.” She moved her arm away from his neck, as though to put some distance between them.
Claude, ever perceptive, noticed her discomfort. He sensed the tension in her body as she avoided his gaze. After a moment of silence, he withdrew his hand and stepped back, giving her space to breathe.
Later that evening, Olivia returned to Sandalwood Palace, her mind swirling with the events of the day. She longed for solitude, needing time to process everything, especially her overwhelming emotions regarding Claude’s care and the drama with Maddie.
The maid tried to greet her, but Olivia hurried past her, not in the mood for small talk. She dashed up the stairs to her room, eager for some peace.
Tyler, emerging from his study, noticed the sound of footsteps approaching and asked, “Is she back?”
“Yes, Mr. Tyler. She’s in her room,” the maid replied.
Tyler made his way toward Olivia’s room, noticing the door was slightly ajar. As he gently pushed it open, Olivia, caught mid-change, startled, her heart racing in panic.
“Tyler!” she gasped, clutching her dress to her chest.
Tyler, surprised by her sudden alarm, paused. His eyes then flicked to her new dress. “You weren’t wearing that earlier. What happened?”
Olivia blushed, flustered. She stammered, “Er, I spilled some hot tea on my dress, so I… I bought a new one.” She felt embarrassed, not wanting to explain everything that had transpired that afternoon.
Tyler raised an eyebrow, but his expression softened as he approached her. “Are you alright?” His concern was genuine, though his tone remained neutral.
Olivia nodded quickly. “I’m fine. Really.”