Chapter 111 Unreconciled
Windy sniffled, forcing back the tears that were about to fall.
She didn't want to look too pathetic crying in front of Luca. The more pitiful she seemed, the more annoyed he'd get.
She gently placed the cold coffee on a nearby table and took a step back.
Putting some distance between her and Luca, her voice was as soft as a breeze. "I get it, Luca. Don't worry, I won't keep clinging to you like this anymore."
Luca just gave a slight nod, his face showing no extra emotion.
His mind was completely on Olivia now; he had no energy to care about anyone else.
Whatever bit of softness he once felt had long been worn away by Windy's constant pestering.
"It's best if you can figure this out," he said, lowering his head to look at the documents on the table, his tone flat and devoid of any warmth.
Windy stood there, her fingers clenched into tight fists.
Her nails dug into her palms, the pain making her eyes sting, but she didn't say another word.
She knew that no matter what she said now, it wouldn't make a difference.
Ever since Olivia came back, Luca had changed completely—cold, heartless.
There was no room for her in his eyes anymore, not even a spare glance.
"Then I'll go back to work," Windy forced a calm expression, but the moment she turned around, her eyes were filled with hatred.
Why? Why could Olivia just waltz back after five years like nothing happened?
Why, after all the years she had spent by Luca's side, was he pushing her away now?
Her fists tightened, nails digging deeper into her palms, the hatred in her heart almost spilling over.
That woman was nothing but trouble. She ruined her relationship with Luca back then, and now she was back to mess things up again.
Windy walked to her desk, slumped over it, pretending to feel unwell while secretly plotting in her mind.
Her mom said there was a way to make Olivia disappear for good. What could it be?
Whatever it was, as long as it got Olivia out of the picture, she was willing to help.
Windy lifted her head, wiped her tears, and a ruthless glint flashed in her eyes.
Luca was hers. No one could take him away.
Even with Olivia back, Windy wouldn't let her win.
In the afternoon, Windy secretly called Patricia.
"Mom, Luca drew a line with me today. He said he only sees me as a little sister." Her voice was choked with sobs, sounding utterly wronged.
Patricia snorted coldly on the other end. "I knew he'd do this, completely charmed by that woman. Don't worry, I've already made arrangements. In a few days, Olivia will get what's coming to her."
Windy's eyes lit up, and she quickly asked, "Mom, what exactly did you plan?"
"You'll find out soon enough," Patricia said, keeping it vague. "Just remember to play along when the time comes. I won't let you be wronged. Luca will be yours sooner or later."
After hanging up, Windy felt a bit more at ease.
Meanwhile, Luca sat in his office, staring at the documents on his desk, but he couldn't focus on a single word.
His mind kept replaying Windy's tearful face from earlier and what Ken had said last night.
He knew his attitude had been a bit harsh, but if he didn't act this way, he'd never be able to set clear boundaries.
He didn't want Olivia to misunderstand, and he didn't want to give Windy any false hope.
He pulled out his phone, scrolled to Olivia's contact, hesitated for a long time, and finally made the call.
He needed a proper reason to see her.
The phone rang a few times before Olivia picked up, her voice as cold as ever. "What is it?"
Luca took a deep breath, trying to sound businesslike. "About the investment for your studio, there are some details we need to confirm in person. Are you free now? I can come over."
Olivia frowned, feeling reluctant. She didn't want too much contact with Luca, but the investment matter couldn't be taken lightly.
"I'm at the studio. Come over," she said.
After hanging up, Olivia felt a wave of irritation.
She knew Luca was doing this on purpose, but she couldn't refuse.
She could only hope this meeting would be quick and that they'd have less contact in the future.
Half an hour later, Luca showed up at the door of Olivia's studio.
He was dressed casually, looking a bit softer than usual, but the determination in his eyes was still obvious.
"Are the materials ready?" Olivia pointed to the chair across from her, her tone flat.
Luca sat down, took out the documents from his bag, but didn't open them right away.
"Your studio looks nice, pretty stylish," he said, glancing around, trying to make small talk.
Olivia didn't respond, just pushed her own materials over. "Let's stick to business. I've got other things to do."
Luca hit a wall, feeling a bit helpless, but he didn't push further.
He opened the documents and started discussing the details with Olivia.
They talked for over an hour, agreeing on most of the points.
Just as they were about to wrap up, Luca suddenly frowned and pressed his hand to his temple.
His face turned pale instantly, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
"What's wrong?" Olivia noticed something was off and asked with a frown.
She could clearly see that Luca's lips had lost all color, and his eyes looked unfocused.
Luca tried to speak, but a wave of dizziness hit him. His vision went black, and he slid off the chair, passing out.
"Luca!" Olivia was startled and rushed over to help him.
She checked his breathing—thankfully, he was still breathing.
Her heart raced with panic, unsure of what to do.
After a moment of hesitation, she grabbed her phone and called for an ambulance.
The ambulance arrived quickly and took Luca away.
Olivia looked at the empty studio, wrestled with herself for a while, and finally got into the ambulance with him.
At the hospital, the doctors ran a series of tests on Luca.
A little later, the doctor came out with the report. "He's okay. He just passed out from overwork and a bad migraine."
"Migraine?" Olivia was taken aback. "He used to be really healthy. How could he have migraines?"
The doctor glanced at her and explained, "This kind of migraine likely built up over time, probably from high stress and irregular sleep patterns. This isn't something that happened overnight. He needs to rest more and can't keep pushing himself like this."
Olivia felt a mix of emotions.
She hadn't expected Luca to have migraines, let alone for it to be this bad.
Back when they were together, he was full of energy and never mentioned feeling unwell.
She took out her phone, wanting to call Luca's assistant to handle things.
But when she called, she was told he was on a business trip and couldn't come back right away.
"Then what about him?" Olivia asked, a bit anxious.
With the assistant unavailable, she couldn't just stay here and watch over him.
She paced outside the hospital room for a while before finally pushing the door open.
Luca was awake, leaning against the headboard, his face still pale.
Seeing Olivia come in, his eyes lit up a little. "You're still here?"
"The doctor said you're okay, just need to rest," Olivia said, standing by the bed, her tone neutral.