Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 113: Wanting her back.

Levi's POV

It had been three days since Olivia nearly wrecked Anita's face. That day, I was shocked—but also proud. Proud that she was finally standing up for herself, no longer taking Anita's constant bullying. Not that I hadn't known how Anita treated her all these years—I had. But I kept quiet, trapped in the stupidity of wanting to hurt Olivia. Not anymore. I won't stand by and let Anita belittle her. I was also proud that Olivia had stepped up, showing the no-nonsense fire I always knew she had.

It was a freezing morning, and we were all seated for breakfast—Lennox, Louis, Olivia, and even Anita. Luckily, just as Olivia had predicted, the healer managed to fix Anita's face, leaving only a few tiny scratches that would soon disappear.

My eyes were locked on Olivia, who sat directly across from me, and damn, I couldn't look away. She looked breathtaking this morning.

Her long blond hair was pulled into a loose braid that draped over her shoulder, with some strands falling freely around her face like golden threads catching the morning light. Her skin looked soft and fresh, kissed by the cold, and those sea-blue eyes of hers…

Those eyes were unreal. They sparkled under the glow of the chandelier above us, like waves catching sunlight. I had seen those eyes dull with pain before, dimmed by sadness—but now they were sharp, focused, almost icy.

She didn't speak much, just silently cut her food and brought it to her lips with a kind of quiet grace that held my gaze and refused to let go.

"Eat your food," Lennox said beside me without looking up, as if he knew exactly where my mind had gone.

But I didn't listen. Instead, I voiced what had been running through my head for the past few minutes. "Olivia… you look beautiful this morning," I said.

An awkward silence fell over the table as every pair of eyes turned to me. Lennox looked at me like I'd said something blasphemous. Louis stared like I'd just confessed to murder. His fork hovered mid-air, his brow rising slowly in disbelief.

Anita choked on her drink. Actually choked. She grabbed her napkin and dabbed her lips aggressively, shooting me a glare like I'd spat in her coffee.

But Olivia…

didn't react like

eyes slowly and looked at

said flatly, her tone unreadable. She didn't smile. Didn't blush. Didn't

back to cutting her food like nothing

came out,"

was like she didn't realize I was

I called out again, my voice

those glacial-blue irises colder than the weather outside.

you'd like to see

a long, uncomfortable second. Then she gave the tiniest shrug and said,

Just like that.

explanation. No emotion.

Just no.

"Wait… just

her elbows on the table, voice calm but firm. "You don't get to ask me out like everything's fine, Levi. Like you didn't treat me like I didn't exist for years." She nodded toward Anita. "Anita is available; you

nothing came out. My tongue felt

like to finish my breakfast in peace," she muttered, then picked up her fork

to give up. I knew getting

his gaze too. I didn't care… I didn't care what my brothers thought. All I knew was that I wanted Olivia back—and I

have the record of all

opened his mouth to respond, but I cut in. "Yeah, sure… I'll give it to

one brow arching in clear disapproval. She didn't say a word, but

beat, she stood too. "Fine. Lead the way,"