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

eyes slowly and looked at

tone unreadable. She didn't smile. Didn't blush. Didn't give me the satisfaction of knowing how she felt about the

back to cutting her food like nothing had

I didn't back down. "There's this movie that just came out," I continued. "I was wondering if you'd like

even look up. It was like she didn't realize

out again, my voice

glacial-blue irises colder than the

you'd like to see

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

Just like that.

No emotion.

Just no.

"Wait…

set her fork down and leaned slightly forward, her elbows on the table, voice calm but firm. "You don't get to ask me out like everything's fine, Levi. Like you

mouth, but nothing came out. My tongue

say, I'd like to finish my breakfast in peace," she muttered, then

wasn't going to give up. I knew getting Olivia back wouldn't be

glared at me and then looked away. I looked at Louis. He stared at me like I'd betrayed him, then dropped his gaze too. I didn't care… I didn't care what my brothers thought. All

record of all

I cut in. "Yeah, sure… I'll give it to you. Follow me," I said and rose

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

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