Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 126: Asleep

Olivia's POV

I wasn't just in Lennox's room because I was scared.

I had a reason—a task I had to complete.

A few minutes before I came here, I had spoken to Mr. Grim—Lolita's uncle. He told me he could help me…"

But first, he needed the full case file.

Everything.

He needed to see the evidence that was presented in court. The names of the people who said they saw my father stealing the jewelry. The witnesses who testified against him. The judge who gave him life imprisonment. Every detail that led to his sentence.

He said if he had all of that, he'd know how to follow up. Maybe find something wrong with how the case was handled. And prove my father's innocence.

It's been over four years. Four long years of silence. Of not knowing the full truth.

And now… maybe there's a way.

I've been a maid in this pack house for a long time. I've cleaned every corner of this place. I've seen more than they think.

I know Lennox has a safe in his room.

I've dusted it before. I've wiped the top, arranged the books that sit beside it. I know the small silver key he keeps hidden behind the third drawer on the left.

I believe my father's file is inside that safe.

It has to be.

That's why I came.

"Come on, lie on the bed," Lennox said softly, and I nodded again, moving towards the bed.

Still putting on my act of being scared, I lay on one side of the bed and covered myself with the blanket, making sure to turn my back to Lennox, who was also getting on the bed. I inhaled softly and closed my eyes, pretending I was asleep—but I wasn't. The plan was that once Lennox fell asleep, I would sneak out of bed and begin my task. So I just had to wait and listen to his heartbeat to know when he was truly out.

Yes, I could hear each of the triplets' heartbeats, when I paid detailed attention to it, and right now Lennox's heartbeat was racing.

I frowned slightly under the blanket, confused.

Why was he breathing so hard?

It was as if he had just finished running a race—or was in the middle of a panic attack. But he didn't move. He lay still beside me, silent.

Was he nervous?

Was it… me?

I didn't dare turn to look at him. I stayed perfectly still, pretending to sleep, listening carefully.

slow for a long

could feel the tension in the air. Even though we weren't touching, it was like his presence was too loud to ignore. My body was stiff, alert. But I

pretending to sleep, but his heartbeat wasn't calming. If anything, it seemed to grow

was getting hard

a few moments,

couldn't help

are you?" I asked quietly, still

pause, then

strange," I whispered without turning,

There was silence.

are my…" he paused… but I already knew what he was trying to

I added. "Why is it

eyes in the

held mine for a long second before he replied in a low, rough voice. "It's the

I blinked. "What?"

"It races like this

together in confusion. "That doesn't make

looked at me, not saying anything more. Like he didn't know

on me, so I had to put on an act. My voice turned more firm,

wait

around, slowly, pulling the blanket over

I forced myself to

my own heart was no longer calm

Not after hearing that.

A few minutes passed.

to slow. Gradually, it found a

I realized he

head. I needed to be

I began to lift the blanket, preparing to slide out of bed.

suddenly

I froze.

me as my

Was he awake?

No—his heartbeat. I

Still steady. Still slow.

Still asleep.

against his chest, and I could feel the heat of his body seeping into mine. His breath fanned across the back of my neck—slow, heavy, and

Then… I felt it.

my neck as he exhaled deeply, as though my scent soothed him in sleep. Another sigh left his lips, soft

He was really asleep.

I was

chest, even as I told myself to stay

wasn't part

not without waking

his arm heavy around me, his body warm and firm behind

it felt, and I was forced to