Chapter 179 The Kiss on the Neck
"Mommy, I'm going to paint!"
After saying that, Bianca skipped into the art room.
"Okay, I'll call you when it's time for dinner."
Olivia breathed a huge sigh of relief.
She went to the kitchen and told Yara to make some dishes that Bianca liked.
It wasn't until dinner time that she saw Andrew had sent her a message asking about Bianca's situation.
Andrew: [I heard from Benjamin that Bianca had a little accident today. Is everything okay?]
Seeing this message, Olivia felt warmth in her heart.
Michael used fatherly love as an excuse to argue with her in front of the child, not caring at all whether it would affect Bianca.
Yet these people who had no blood relation to Bianca always showed their concern right away when something happened to her.
Olivia didn't hide anything from him.
She told Andrew: [Bianca seems to be doing pretty well. When we got back earlier, I already talked to her.
Plus, she's slowly learning to think for herself and knows better how to tell right from wrong, so she wasn't affected too much.]
Seeing her reply, Andrew said with some relief: [That's good. If anything comes up, you can tell me anytime.]
Olivia: [Okay.]
However, that very night, Olivia realized she had relaxed too soon.
In the middle of the night, Bianca started having nightmares.
Her small body curled up into a ball under the blanket, crying in her sleep, her little voice saying pitifully. "I'm not stupid, I didn't do anything wrong..."
"Daddy doesn't like me, and he bullied Mommy... I hate Daddy..."
"Grandma is bad, Grandpa is bad..."
Olivia was startled awake. Hearing the broken little voice and seeing how miserable she looked, her heart felt like it was being crushed.
"Bianca, wake up, you're having a nightmare..."
She tried to wake the child, but as soon as she touched her, she was shocked by how hot Bianca's body was.
Bianca had a fever!
"It's okay, Bianca, it's okay, I'm here..."
Olivia quickly got up to help bring down her fever.
Yara, who had been asleep, was also disturbed and hurried over to help.
After discovering the child's burning temperature, she asked worriedly, "Ms. Smith, do we need to go to the hospital?"
"No need, I can handle it."
Olivia was a doctor after all, and no one knew Bianca's physical condition better than she did. They also had medicine at home.
"Okay, then I'll help you."
Yara realized she had panicked unnecessarily. Whenever Bianca got sick before, hadn't Olivia always taken care of her without sleep?
Olivia methodically gave the child medicine, wiped her body with alcohol, changed her into clean pajamas, and then held her while gently soothing her.
Although Bianca didn't wake up, gradually she stopped having nightmares.
But the physical discomfort still made her whimper.
Olivia's heart ached hearing it. She could only keep holding her. It wasn't until four or five in the morning that Bianca finally settled down.
Olivia was exhausted, her face looking quite pale.
Seeing this, Yara came over to carry Bianca back to bed, saying with concern: "Ms. Smith, you should go rest. I'll watch Bianca."
But Olivia wasn't sleepy at all, her mood heavy.
She had been too optimistic, thinking Bianca was fine, but in the end, she had been affected.
Thinking of the person who caused all this, Olivia had never hated Michael as much as she did now...
Finally making it to seven o'clock, she sent Andrew a message asking if he could come over after he woke up.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the message was sent, Andrew called.
The man's voice on the phone was gentle as he asked, "What happened?"
Olivia hadn't slept all night, so her voice was a bit hoarse, but she quickly told him about Bianca's specific situation.
"Her emotions are a bit unstable. She had a high fever in the middle of the night and said a lot of things. I'm worried she'll still be affected when she wakes up. Could I trouble you to come over..."
Before Olivia could finish, the man immediately replied, "Okay, I'll be right there."
Olivia would be lying if she said she wasn't touched, but she still said to Andrew, "You don't need to rush too much. Bianca isn't awake yet, so you don't need to hurry."
"Okay."
Andrew agreed to everything.
But he still arrived at Olivia's house half an hour later.
When the doorbell rang, Olivia went to answer it.
The man appeared like a warm ray of sunshine in the cold winter.
His handsome face showed a gentle expression, his deep eyes full of concern.
"Mr. Hamilton, you're here."
Olivia's eyes lit up, as if she had found her anchor.
She had clearly told him not to rush.
Andrew nodded.
Olivia quickly made room, saying: "Come in."
Andrew nodded, changed his shoes after entering, and went to the living room with Olivia.
He casually glanced at her and asked with concern: "Didn't sleep all night?"
"Yeah." Olivia didn't lie, nodding slightly.
Andrew wasn't surprised by this, and asked again, "Have you had breakfast?"
Olivia shook her head, "Not yet. Yara should have it ready soon."
Just as she was speaking, Yara brought breakfast out from the kitchen, saying, "Ms. Smith, breakfast is ready. You can come eat now."
Andrew glanced at it and said, "Go eat breakfast first. I understand Bianca's situation, and it shouldn't be a big problem.
When people are sleeping, their psychological defenses are relatively weak. Some past events entering dreams can indeed attack one's mental state.
However, I think Bianca is a strong child who won't be easily broken in reality. After she wakes up, I'll treat and guide her. I definitely won't let anything happen to her."
Olivia was still somewhat worried.
Andrew noticed and asked with a light laugh: "Don't trust me?"
Olivia met his gaze.
The man's voice was warm and deep, his manner calm and gentle. Just standing there, he somehow gave people a sense of security.
He had never let her down...
Olivia said almost without hesitation: "I trust you!"
Andrew said in a relaxed tone, "In that case, go eat. After eating, go rest a bit. Leave everything else to me."
Olivia didn't refuse anymore, and asked, "Mr. Hamilton, you came so early, you probably haven't eaten either, right? If you don't mind, let's eat together?"
"Okay."
Andrew didn't refuse either.
Yara quickly went to prepare new utensils.
Olivia and Andrew sat down to eat together.
The two chatted casually, and Olivia's mood gradually improved, emerging from the gloom...
She realized that whenever Andrew was nearby, she could relax completely.
After they finished breakfast, Bianca woke up too.
Olivia hurried to check on the child.
Having been sick, Bianca became especially clingy after waking up, and wasn't as lively as before.
Besides greeting them, she didn't talk much, and unlike before, she didn't actively rush over to hug Andrew. Her eyes were only on Olivia.
Seeing her in this state, Olivia was very worried but didn't know how to help.
Andrew naturally noticed too.
He spoke gently to Bianca: "Bianca, you were sick last night. Your mommy took care of you all night and worked really hard. Now will you let me hold you?"
Bianca had always liked him before, so after hearing this, she didn't refuse. After nodding obediently, she let Andrew hold her.
Bianca, soft and small, nestled in Andrew's arms like a well-behaved little cat.
Olivia took this opportunity to feed her some porridge.
Bianca ate bite by bite, being especially good.
Watching from the side, Yara had a strange feeling.
This seemed like a real family of three...
Andrew, as a psychologist, acted more like Bianca's real father than that other one.
No wait, what kind of real father was Michael?
What kind of real father acts like that? He was simply not human!
After breakfast, Olivia gave Bianca medicine.
Perhaps because the fever had broken, the child finally seemed a bit more energetic.
Seeing she had recovered some strength, Andrew took her to the children's room to play.
The children's room here was filled with all of Bianca's favorite toys.
Although it couldn't compare to the Johnson family's playground, it was still a small children's paradise.
In this environment, Bianca's spirits were easier to relax.
Olivia was still worried, so she watched from the side.
But as it turned out, her worry was unnecessary this time.
Just as Andrew had said, although Bianca was somewhat affected in her dreams, in reality, with a little guidance, her emotions slowly returned to normal.
It was just because her body had just recovered from illness and was a bit weak that she seemed somewhat listless.
Of course, Andrew's presence was undeniably crucial.
Olivia could tell he was using appropriate methods to heal Bianca, which was why Bianca wasn't affected by the nightmare.
It was at this moment that her nerves, which had been tense all night, finally relaxed completely. Then, feeling drowsy, she leaned on the sofa and fell asleep.
When Yara came in, she happened to see her sleeping on the sofa.
"How did Ms. Smith fall asleep here? The weather is still cold. Even with heating indoors, she'll still catch a chill..."
Her words also caught Bianca and Andrew's attention.
Seeing that Yara seemed about to wake her up, Andrew immediately stopped her.
He said to Yara in a low voice: "Don't wake her. She didn't sleep all night. Her body must be exhausted. Let her get some good sleep. I'll carry her back to her room."
Yara had no objection.
She watched as Andrew skillfully picked her up around the waist and carried her back to the room.
Olivia was sleeping deeply, completely unaware.
But when Andrew was about to put her down, an accident happened.
Feeling the loss of support in her sleep, Olivia shuddered and instinctively tried to grab onto something, happening to clutch Andrew's clothes.
Because the movement was quite large, the two pressed together, and her soft lips brushed against the man's neck.
The warm, soft sensation made Andrew suddenly lose focus. His movements faltered, and he almost pressed her down onto the bed.