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

we weren't touching, it was like his presence was too loud to

calming. If anything, it seemed to grow louder, more frantic. I

was getting hard

few moments, I sighed

help it—I

I asked quietly, still

was a pause, then a soft sigh.

without turning, "but I can hear your

There was silence.

to… You are my…" he paused… but I already knew

added. "Why is

eyes in the dim light. "Are you

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

I blinked. "What?"

heartbeat," he said. "It races like this because of

together in confusion.

more. Like he didn't know how to

an act. My voice turned more firm, a little colder.

wait for his

around, slowly, pulling the blanket over my

time, I forced

was no longer calm

Not after hearing that.

A few minutes passed.

began to slow. Gradually,

I realized he

little longer—just to be sure. I counted the seconds in my head. I needed to be careful. One

began to lift the blanket, preparing to slide out of bed. My fingers barely gripped

strong arm suddenly wrapped around my

I froze.

through me as my breath caught

Was he awake?

No—his heartbeat. I focused on it

Still steady. Still slow.

Still asleep.

shifted in his sleep, pulling me back into him, his grip tightening just enough to keep me close. My back pressed firmly against his chest, and I could feel the heat of his body seeping

Then… I felt it.

at my neck as he exhaled deeply, as though my scent soothed

He was really asleep.

now I was

in my chest, even as

part of the

move, not

his arm heavy around me, his

felt, and I was