Chapter 476
Olivia moved to fetch something else, her steps measured and calm, a quiet grace that caught Tyler’s lingering gaze.
Noticing the maid had brought fresh coffee as well, Olivia assumed it was for him. She reached for the thermos—but the moment her fingers touched it, a sudden burn startled her.
A sharp scream escaped her lips.
The thermos slipped from her grasp, crashing onto the table and spilling hot coffee everywhere.
Reacting instantly, Tyler grabbed her hand to steady her.
Pain shot through Olivia’s skin, and before she could steady herself, she collapsed into his arms.
She looked up at him, heart pounding, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
How could she possibly seduce him like this? She’d never tried before; everything she did now was because of Ana’s ruthless threats. Though she desperately wanted to keep her distance, Ana pushed her relentlessly to charm Tyler.
Their eyes locked as she sat trembling on his lap. A fierce urge to cry welled up inside her, but she fought it down, pressing her lips into a stubborn line.
Tyler gently lifted her chin, exposing the vulnerability she tried so hard to hide.
“Are you trying to seduce me?” he asked coldly.
Olivia’s face drained of color, unable to answer.
“What next? Will you try to take Naomi’s place?”
A tear escaped from the corner of her eye, trailing down to her lips and then dripping onto the back of his hand.
“Your tears don’t affect me,” he said with a mocking tone.
Humiliation crashed over Olivia like a tidal wave—she had never felt so exposed, so powerless.
But what choice did she have?
No one seemed to care about her plight. She was trapped in a cruel paradox, pressured by everyone around her.
She let him mock her, closing her eyes to shut out the sting of his words.
Yet, beneath her thick, delicate lashes, her fevered face remained fragile and pure—like the smooth surface of a peeled egg, moist and flawless.
Tyler leaned closer, their breaths mingling in the tight space between them, sending an involuntary shiver down Olivia’s spine.
“You’re pregnant. What do you want me to do about it?” His arms encircled her slender frame—gentle, but possessive.
Frozen with fear, Olivia couldn’t move.
“Tell me,” he whispered, “what is it you desire? Do you want my affection, like what I give Naomi? You greedy woman, craving the attention of every man.”
He nuzzled her neck, his intent clear and private—known only to the two of them.