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The evening breeze tousled Olivia’s hair as she removed her glasses, revealing bright, luminous eyes that seemed to shimmer like autumn waters. Her flawless, fair skin was tinged with a rosy flush.

“How was the soup?” Alexander asked, watching her as she leaned into the cold wind.

Olivia turned her head, her cheeks slightly flushed with irritation.

“Grandpa went to the trouble of making that soup for you. How could you turn down his kind gesture?”

Alexander’s gaze lingered on her for a moment before he strode forward, his long legs closing the distance until he was standing just behind her.

Already annoyed, Olivia felt her irritation spike as he drew nearer. She turned to glare at him, her face close to his.

“Can you back off a little?”

“Do you know why I didn’t drink that soup?” Alexander raised an eyebrow, his towering frame casting a shadow over her under the light.

Olivia froze for a moment,

For some reason, the restlessness she’d been feeling seemed to dissipate slightly with his presence, replaced by an inexplicable urge to get even closer.

Wait a second. Realizing something was off, Olivia’s mind raced.

“Are you saying there was something wrong with the soup?” she asked, startled.

Alexander’s gaze lowered slightly, his eyes meeting her flushed face.

“What do you think?”

starting to panic as Vance’s earlier words came back to her, sparking a sinking feeling

No way.

looked at Alexander, wanting to ask

brow lifting slightly. “After all, didn’t

Olivia was stunned.

her past self–desperate and foolish–slipping him an aphrodisiac under Amelia’s influence, trying to

saying that soup. Has the same

silence was

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80 Need My Help?

knew and didn’t

wonder he had stubbornly refused to drink the soup. He’d figured it out right away!

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bristle like an agitated little bunny,

between them.

the gap

you’d enjoy

as his face came closer. Reflexively, she pushed against his chest to create

the moment her hands touched his heated chest through his shirt, it was as if an electric shock jolted through her fingertips. She snatched her hands back, her heart racing wildly under

soup.

murmur, his breath brushing against her

checks turned crimson, the color spreading so

scandalous nonsense is

Help with what?”

away from him as though he were some wild beast,

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