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Chapter 10: You Are the One I Care About
(Olivia’s POV)
I picked up my phone and dialed Connor Rivers‘ number. The call connected almost
immediately.
“Livvy, do you like those three dresses?” His voice was gentle, warming me from the inside.
“Yes,” I replied, twirling a strand of honey–brown hair around my finger. “Which one do you think
looks best?”
Connor chuckled softly, his tone indulgent. “Didn’t I say, if you like them, just get all of them? I already asked Henry to order all three.”
I blinked in surprise. “So fast? I just sent them to you a moment ago.”
“I was afraid they’d sell out quickly. They’re all limited editions,” he explained.
“Thank you, Con.” The words felt inadequate for his thoughtfulness.
“Livvy, you’re my fiancée now. We’re family. There’s no need to be polite.”
His words settled over me like a warm blanket. Family. It had been so long since I’d felt like I
belonged anywhere.
After hanging up, a gentle warmth lingered in my chest. The conversation with Connor was filled with understated tenderness and patience.
Unlike Ethan, who barely remembered what I liked to eat, Connor seemed to notice everything about me. The contrast between the two men couldn’t be more stark.
“By the way,” his voice had continued before we ended the call, “I’ve arranged for a car to be delivered to you tomorrow. Henry will bring it over.”
I felt a flush of embarrassment creep up my neck. Three years ago, I’d left Riverdale to avoid
our arranged marriage.
My father, Richard Winters, had cut off my finances in response, forcing me to build my life from scratch in Harbor City. The memory still stung.
“No need,” I said softly, “taking a taxi is quite convenient.”
There was a brief pause on the line. When Connor spoke again, his voice carried a trace of
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disappointment.
“Is it because you still don’t want our engagement?”
I instinctively shook my head, only to realize he couldn’t see me through the phone.
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“No, Con. Since I’ve agreed to the engagement, I’m willing. It’s just that I’ll be back in Riverdale
in a few days, so there’s no need to buy a car now.”
“But you have that court hearing in the neighboring city next week,” he countered gently. “You’ll
need transportation.”
I froze, surprised. “How did you know about that?”
His laugh was warm, almost shy. “You posted about it on social media two months ago. You
joked about a ‘business trip‘ and how you were craving venison stew afterward.”
My heart skipped a beat. He had remembered such a small detail from a casual post I’d made
weeks ago.
Ethan had never bothered to keep track of my schedule, often making plans that conflicted
with important hearings or meetings. The difference was like night and day.
“You… remembered that?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Of course,” Connor replied simply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “I pay
attention to what matters to you, Livvy.”
Something shifted inside me then–a subtle yet undeniable sense of being cherished. For the
first time in years, I felt what it meant to be truly cared for.
“Alright,” I conceded, giving him Ethan’s Moonlight Manor address. “Thank you, Con.”
“Henry will deliver it tomorrow morning,” he promised. “Drive safely, Livvy.”
Shortly after ending the call, I heard the front door open. Ethan walked in with Cassandra
clinging to his arm like a trophy.
I was watching a legal program in the living room, my posture composed but indifferent. I spared only a sidelong glance at the pair, refusing to give them the satisfaction of a reaction.
Without acknowledging me, Ethan casually announced, “I’m going to take a shower,” and headed upstairs, leaving Cassandra and me alone.
Cassandra approached with a sweet smile plastered on her face. “Miss Winters, we meet again.”
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I ignored her, focusing on the television where a judge was delivering a verdict in a high–profile case. The legal arguments were far more interesting than whatever game she wanted to play.
The smile on Cassandra’s face quickly faded. She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a cold
whisper.
“You’ve seen that video, haven’t you? The one showing that Ethan’s real love is me.”
I remained unfazed, my tone flat. “Yes, I know.”
My indifference clearly irritated her. She sneered, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
“You’re good at pretending to be calm. Let’s see how long you can keep it up.”
I finally turned to look at her, my amber eyes cool. “Not as good as you at pretending.”
Cassandra’s nostrils flared with anger. She clearly expected tears or a confrontation, not this
calm dismissal.
She snorted and sauntered upstairs after Ethan, deliberately calling out, “Ethan, I’ll shower
with you!”
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