Chapter 13 Jealousy
Olivia was stunned, instinctively clutching the blanket around her, her eyes wary. "Who told you to sneak up and scare me like that? You deserved it!"
"Olivia!"
Luca had been slapped after stealing a kiss, a hint of embarrassment flashing in his eyes.
Olivia curled up tightly, as if afraid of him touching her, which only made him angrier.
She hit him, rejected him, and would rather sleep on the couch—all because she was thinking about someone else, right? That Jason guy?
The thought of Olivia being with another man made Luca lose all sense of reason. He leaned down again, trying to kiss her.
But at that moment, the doorbell rang, followed by Jason's gentle voice from outside. "Olivia, are you awake? I brought breakfast from that place you used to like."
Olivia wanted to get up and answer the door, but Luca pinned her shoulder, his face darkening to an extreme.
So it indeed was because of him.
She was close with Jason, but wouldn't even let him touch her.
"Stay here. Don't move," he said coldly, striding toward the door.
"Luca! What are you doing?" Olivia panicked and tried to follow, but Luca was faster. He yanked the door open with force.
Jason stood there holding a food container, a warm smile on his face, only to come face-to-face with Luca.
Luca's hair was slightly messy, with a clear slap mark on his face, his expression cold and grim.
Jason's smile froze, turning serious. "Why are you still here?" he frowned. "Where's Olivia?"
Luca shifted to block the doorway, crossing his arms and looking down at Jason on the steps. His tone was icy. "Dr. Compson, you're quite attentive, showing up with breakfast so early. But no need. I'll take care of my wife. I'll make her breakfast."
"I think Olivia has the right to decide who she sees and what she eats," Jason said, not backing down. He stepped up closer. "Let me see her."
"She doesn't need to see you right now!" Luca sneered. "Take your breakfast and enjoy it yourself. Goodbye!" Without waiting for Jason to respond, Luca stepped back and slammed the door shut.
The sound of the door closing echoed painfully in Olivia's ears. Her face turned pale with anger. "Luca, you have no right to make decisions for me or be so rude to my friends!"
Luca's gaze was cold. "Is he really just a friend to you, Olivia? Tell me the truth!" He grabbed her wrist, squeezing hard. "Is he that important to you? You can spend a whole day out with him, but you can't even stand me getting close?"
Olivia felt this was ridiculous and yanked her hand back. "Stop talking nonsense!"
"Anyway, you're not allowed to eat the breakfast he brought, and you're not going out to eat with him ever again!" Luca locked the door and stormed toward the kitchen, yanking open a cabinet.
"What are you doing?" Olivia froze.
A chill ran through her. There were knives in that cabinet, and the way Luca looked right now… he seemed almost like Michael Myers.
Olivia's body went cold, and she wanted to run.
But Luca didn't grab a knife. Instead, after rummaging for a few seconds, he pulled out some eggs.
Olivia sometimes came back to clean the house, so some ingredients were still stocked here.
Holding the eggs, Luca snorted. "Breakfast? I'll make it for you!"
He started bustling around the kitchen.
Olivia was dumbfounded, completely shocked.
Since when did he know how to cook?
Luca had grown up as a spoiled rich kid. There was no way he'd ever cook.
Could it be… he learned to cook for Windy?
At that thought, Olivia's heated mind instantly cooled down.
"Enough," she said, walking in. "Don't waste the ingredients here, and don't bother me. Leave now."
Luca was clumsily cracking eggs. His movements were awkward, and with one hard tap, the egg shattered, yolk and shell spilling into the pan. His hands were covered in egg goo, looking pretty pathetic.
Luca tried to act calm. "Who's wasting anything? It's your pan that's no good!"
Olivia almost laughed in frustration. So he still didn't know how to cook. She took a deep breath, too tired to argue with him anymore. She just wanted to get this guy out of here. "Move aside."
Olivia pushed Luca out of the way, skillfully cleaning the eggshell out of the pan and frying the eggs with ease.
Luca stood to the side, watching her.
Olivia's slim arms could easily lift the frying pan… and her side profile looked so gentle.
Luca's throat bobbed unconsciously.
He didn't leave, nor did he wash his hands. He just stood there, staring at every move Olivia made.
Olivia, annoyed, urged him, "What are you standing there for? Go wash your hands."
Luca turned on the faucet, surprisingly obedient.
Soon, the kitchen filled with the aroma of fried eggs and bacon.
Olivia made a simple bacon and egg sandwich and warmed up some milk. She brought the sandwich to the dining table in the living room, sat down, and started eating.
Luca followed her out. There was only one portion of breakfast on the table—hers. He froze. "Where's mine?"
Olivia didn't even look up, taking a bite of her sandwich. "Who said I was making breakfast for you? If my pan is no good, then don't eat the sandwich I made with it."
Luca's face darkened. Olivia ate with relish, the smell wafting into his nose.
Suddenly, he felt very hungry and inexplicably irritated. Luca walked over to the table, reached out, broke off a piece of the sandwich from Olivia's hand, and popped it into his mouth.
Olivia hadn't expected him to do that and stared at him in shock.
As Luca ate the sandwich, a familiar taste hit his taste buds.
The sandwich had yellow mustard sauce and black pepper, with two slices of pickles for a tangy kick.
And there was a subtle sweetness.
Honey.
This taste…
Luca's brows furrowed slightly, a hint of confusion in his eyes.
Many years ago, after he fell into the water and was saved by Windy, he was very weak. When he regained consciousness, a little girl, also drenched, was squatting in front of him.
She handed him a sandwich, her voice soft and sweet. "You're awake? I called for help; they'll be here soon. This sandwich is for you. Don't go near the pool again, okay?"
Then, she turned and ran off.
Luca lay on the grass, holding the warm sandwich in his arms.
He wanted to see the girl's figure clearly, but only heard a woman's anxious voice calling, "Windy Ross! Where did you run off to? How did your clothes get like this?"
Windy Ross.
Luca remembered that name, and the next second, he passed out.
When he woke up, the sandwich was still in his pocket.
The taste of that sandwich was almost exactly the same as the one Luca was eating now.
Luca had always thought it was made by someone in Windy's family.
But how could Olivia make the same flavor? Even the seasonings were identical.
"This sandwich recipe…" Luca looked at Olivia, his voice probing. "How do you know it?"
Olivia was baffled by his question, thinking he was just picking a fight. "What recipe? I just made it up." She took a sip of her milk. "Hurry up and go. I don't want you hanging around here."
Luca didn't say anything. It must be a coincidence, right?
He wanted to ask more, but his phone suddenly rang in his pocket.
It was Windy.
Luca glanced at Olivia and answered the call.
"Luca! Something's wrong!"