Chapter 77 Boss Around
Olivia would even deliberately boss Luca around.
"Hand me the water cup, I'm a bit thirsty."
"Pull the curtains a bit, the sunlight is too glaring."
"This porridge is a bit hot, blow on it for me."
Though Luca sometimes frowned, he always did as she asked.
He didn't even notice that every time he saw Olivia comfortably ordering him around, he didn't feel annoyed. Instead, there was an odd sense of satisfaction in his heart.
Olivia's condition was improving quickly. The burns on her arm started to scab over, and her face looked much rosier.
Meanwhile, Windy waited and waited in the hospital, but Luca never came to see her.
She stared at her phone every day, hoping for a call or message from Luca, but the screen stayed silent.
"What is Luca doing? Has he forgotten about me?" Windy clenched her fists, her face darkening.
Thinking of Olivia, a strong sense of crisis surged in her heart.
It must be Olivia bad-mouthing her to Luca, which is why he wasn't coming to see her.
No! She had to go check for herself.
Ignoring the nurse's advice, Windy stubbornly leaned on her crutches and limped toward Olivia's room.
Just as she reached the corner of the hallway, she overheard two nurses whispering.
"The lady in room 302 is so lucky. Her husband comes to take care of her every day, never leaving her side."
"Yeah, yesterday when I went to change her dressing, I saw her husband peeling an apple for her. His eyes were so gentle, it could melt anyone. Unlike my husband, who just plays on his phone when he gets home."
Windy froze in her tracks, her face turning pale instantly.
The nurses were clearly talking about Olivia and Luca.
Luca was taking care of Olivia every day?
He had completely forgotten about her, his lifesaver, and was fully focused on Olivia?
Windy trembled with anger, nearly losing grip on her crutches.
She took a deep breath, forced down her rage, adjusted her expression, and put on her usual weak and pitiful look before slowly heading to Olivia's room.
Knock, knock.
The door to the room was gently tapped.
Luca was peeling an orange for Olivia. Hearing the knock, he looked up. "Come in."
Windy pushed the door open, a gentle smile on her face as she limped in. "Olivia, I heard you got hurt. I've been wanting to visit, but my leg injury made it hard to move around."
She glanced at Olivia's arm, showing just the right amount of concern in her eyes. "How's your injury? Does it still hurt?"
Olivia glanced at her but didn't say a word, sneering inwardly. That fake sweet talk hadn't changed a bit.
Luca frowned and put down the orange. "Why did you come over? Didn't the doctor tell you to rest?"
"I'm almost recovered," Windy said as she moved to the bedside, her eyes carrying a hint of guilt. "This is all my fault. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have missed the meeting with Henry to be with me during surgery, and Olivia wouldn't have been played by Mia. I've been feeling awful about it. Now that I can get around a little, I wanted to come and say I'm sorry."
She looked at Olivia, her tone sincere. "Olivia, I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble and nearly putting you in danger."
Luca noticed Windy standing unsteadily and frowned harder. "Your leg isn't fully healed. Why didn't you use a wheelchair?"
"I didn't want to trouble anyone to get a wheelchair for me," Windy said, lowering her head, her voice tinged with a hint of hurt. "Besides, I wanted to try walking a little—stretch my legs. It's good for recovery."
She paused, then looked up at Luca with a dependent gaze. "I didn't expect it to be so tough. I should've listened to the nurse."
Olivia leaned against the headboard, watching coldly and seeing through all of Windy's little tricks.
Recovery? Hardly. She was clearly forcing herself to come over, her face even looking pale.
But what did that have to do with her? If Windy wanted to push herself, it wasn't anyone else's business.
Luca also noticed Windy wasn't in good shape and spoke sternly. "I'm taking care of Olivia. You didn't need to come over. Your leg needs proper rest. Go back and stop overdoing it."
Windy didn't expect Luca to be so blunt in asking her to leave. Her smile stiffened for a moment. She wanted to say more, but seeing Luca's expression, she swallowed her words.
"Alright then," she nodded with a wronged look. "I won't disturb you. Olivia, make sure to rest well. If you need any help, just let me know."
Olivia still ignored her, not even bothering to glance her way.
Windy was fuming inside, but had to keep up her obedient act. Leaning on her crutches, she limped out of the room.
Watching Windy's figure disappear, Luca let out a sigh of relief and turned to Olivia.
But Olivia's expression remained calm, as if she didn't care at all.
Luca's heart tightened. He picked up the orange again and continued peeling it for her. "We're meeting the designer tomorrow. What do you want for breakfast? I'll bring it in the morning."
"Anything, as long as it's not that overly sweet stuff you brought last time," Olivia said casually.
"Got it," Luca noted her preference, feeling oddly happy inside.
The next morning, Luca indeed brought a light breakfast—banana, toast, and the apple jam she liked.
After breakfast, Olivia changed into clean clothes, and Luca took her to the designer's studio.
The studio was in the busiest part of downtown, decorated in a subtle yet luxurious style.
The designer, a blonde woman with blue eyes, greeted them warmly as they walked in. "Mr. Vettel, Mrs. Vettel, welcome."
She looked at Olivia, her eyes full of admiration. "Mrs. Vettel, you have such an amazing presence. I'm sure you can pull off any style of dress."
Olivia smiled politely but felt indifferent inside. She just wanted to pick a dress quickly, get through the family party, and be done with it.
The designer brought out various fabrics and design sketches, explaining them one by one. "These are the latest styles. The fabrics are top-notch, breathable, and have a great drape."
Luca stood beside Olivia, his gaze soft as he looked at her. "Which style do you like? We can take our time to choose."
Olivia flipped through the sketches and finally stopped at a champagne-colored mermaid dress.
The dress had a simple yet elegant design, with a delicate pearl-embellished neckline and layered tulle at the hem, looking both graceful and sophisticated.
"I like this one," she said, pointing at the sketch.
The designer's eyes lit up. "Mrs. Vettel, you have great taste. This dress is very picky about figure and aura, but it will definitely look stunning on you."
Luca nodded as well. "It really suits you."
Next, the designer took Olivia's measurements and discussed some detailed adjustments.
Then, she pulled out different jewelry designs for Olivia to pick from to go with the dress.