Chapter 321 What Should I Do?
He opened his heart and let Olivia look inside, to discover what was there.
Olivia felt her heartbeat quicken.
When he had just returned to Harmony City, she was still in Emerald City.
Back then, because of his departure, she noticed she felt down, but didn't dare think too much about it.
She even deliberately kept herself busy, afraid that if she thought about him too much, she would fall too deep.
She was also afraid that if she let her feelings grow unchecked, there would be no result in the end.
But she never knew that at that time, when he was in Harmony City, he had been thinking about her too.
And this man was much more decisive than her.
Olivia's mood swung between bittersweet and sweet.
What she felt most grateful for was that the man before her was a man of action.
Otherwise, relying on herself alone, she probably wouldn't have been that brave.
Olivia couldn't help but laugh and said, "I just realized, you see me through a filter. This painting feels prettier than I actually am."
Andrew looked at her leisurely and said, "Really? But I feel that my paintbrush can't capture everything I see in you."
In other words, in his eyes, she was even better.
Olivia hadn't expected him to suddenly say something romantic, and her ears instantly turned red.
Andrew watched her reaction, his eyes deepening a few shades.
He discovered that Olivia really blushed easily.
Especially her ears—every time she felt shy, they were the first to turn pink, making his heart itch.
A thought arose in Andrew's mind, and without restraining himself, he let himself reach out and gently pinch Olivia's earlobe, rubbing it lightly.
Olivia immediately felt a tiny electric current shoot through her body from where he touched.
Even her breathing became lighter, and the color on her ears turned bright red.
Andrew chuckled softly, and while Bianca wasn't paying attention, he leaned closer to her.
In a low, husky voice, he said near her ear, "Why are you blushing out of nowhere? Olivia, don't tempt me. Sometimes, I'm not that much of a gentleman."
Olivia's mind hadn't caught up yet.
The next second, she felt the man place a light kiss near her ear.
The crisp scent of his cologne drifted right at her nose.
The warm sensation came suddenly, along with the slightly aggressive hormonal presence in the air, making Olivia's whole body tremble.
She felt like she was completely on fire, her face turning even redder, and her slender neck taking on a light pink hue.
Face flushed and ears burning, she pushed the man away a little, her tone embarrassed and reproachful. "Weren't you supposed to take Bianca to pick out paintbrushes? Go pick them out, and then we should head back!"
If he kept teasing her like this, she felt she really couldn't handle it.
Andrew saw her shyness, and a low, muffled laugh escaped from his chest, like breaking some silent understanding, husky and intimate. "Alright, whatever you say."
He didn't tease her anymore and soon, with a pleased smile, called out to Bianca who was admiring the paintings nearby. "Bianca, come on, let's go pick out paintbrushes."
Bianca had been looking very seriously, and when Andrew called her, she suddenly snapped back to attention and quickly responded, "Okay!"
She happily ran over on her little legs and took Andrew's hand.
Her creative abilities had been steadily improving, and Andrew had been watching her progress in painting.
So he knew better than anyone what she needed, and personally picked out many things suitable for her.
Bianca really liked this studio. After seeing so many excellent works and getting her paintbrushes, inspiration suddenly struck.
She immediately said to Andrew, "Daddy, I want to paint now!"
An artist's inspiration is always fleeting.
Andrew painted himself, so he understood this better than anyone.
So when he heard Bianca's words, he immediately set up paper for her and let her create right there.
Olivia had been watching the time, thinking it was getting late and they should probably say goodbye and head back.
But she also knew that inspiration was hard to come by.
Especially with Bianca's special situation—she really relied on feeling when it came to creating.
So in the end, she didn't say anything or interrupt, but waited patiently on the side.
Andrew watched the little one paint for a while, and seeing her immersed in her own world, he turned to find Olivia and chuckled, "She probably won't finish anytime soon. Tonight, you two might not be able to leave."
"Huh?" Olivia suddenly felt a bit nervous.
Did that mean they would have to stay here tonight?
Andrew seemed very welcoming and said, "There are plenty of guest rooms here. Want to take a look?
I've stayed over at your place before, and we're boyfriend and girlfriend now. Olivia, you're not going to be that shy, are you?"
Olivia had been hesitating inside.
But now that he put it that way, her hesitant refusal ultimately went unspoken.
He was right—he had stayed at her place before.
And they were boyfriend and girlfriend now.
Besides, staying over just meant sleeping in a guest room, which seemed fine.
They weren't sleeping together, so there was nothing to be nervous about.
After thinking this through, Olivia calmed down a bit and said, "In that case, let's stay for the night."
Andrew's eyes flickered with amusement as he said, "Alright, let's go then. I'll show you around."
Then he began taking Olivia to see the rest of the villa.
Every floor, every room, and what they were used for—he gave her detailed introductions.
Olivia didn't realize anything at first.
Until the tour ended and they walked to a particular room.
This was a room Andrew had specially arranged for her.
The room's balcony faced the ginkgo tree in the yard.
The view was great—even though it was evening now, the scenery from the balcony was beautiful.
When the wind blew through the leaves, it made a soft rustling sound.
Her restless heart seemed to quiet down in that sound.
Andrew and Olivia walked to the edge of the balcony, and he said to her, "In winter, the view outside will be beautiful—snow and frost above, but a carpet of gold below..."
Olivia imagined the scene in her mind following his description.
Even without seeing it, she felt it must be as beautiful as a painting.
Andrew looked down, his eyes falling gently on her, and asked, "Olivia, do you like it here?"
Olivia leaned against the railing, thinking he was asking if she liked this room.
She nodded honestly and told him, "I like it. It's very nice here, and from your description, the scenery in winter must be beautiful too."
She closed her eyes, feeling the breeze from outside.
Andrew's eyes deepened, staring at her intently, then asked again, "What about your overall impression of this place?"
Olivia thought seriously and said, "Very good. Everything feels comfortable and refined."
Andrew nodded, then told her meaningfully, "Well, this is the first time I've brought anyone here. If you like it, you can come often in the future."
Hearing this, Olivia opened her eyes and froze for a few seconds, seeming to finally realize something.
When they first entered, Andrew had mentioned that this was the wedding house his mother designed for him, but she designed it according to her own taste, not worried that his future wife wouldn't like it...
At the time, it had seemed like an ordinary comment.
But now, he was asking her: do you like it?
Olivia came to her senses and couldn't help looking at Andrew.
She didn't know if there was any hidden meaning, but at this moment, her heart was beating wildly for him.
Had Andrew already thought about their future that far ahead?
But was that possible?
They had only been together for about ten days.
On second thought, given this man's personality, it didn't seem that surprising.
Because his way of planning things had always been thorough and far-reaching, hadn't it?
Since he had said this much, shouldn't she give some response?
Olivia thought seriously in her heart, then finally looked up and met the man's gentle gaze.
Her expression was rarely solemn as she said seriously, "Andrew, I might be a bit boring, and I'm not good at saying nice things.
Compared to those girls who know how to act cute and are soft and gentle, I even have an unpleasant past.
Everyone says that with your status, you're so good that you have many more choices when it comes to a partner.
But you still chose to be with me without hesitation.
Honestly, I've always been happy and grateful.
I'm always like a snail, hiding in my shell. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have dared to imagine we'd be together one day.
I feel like I'm very slow, and I can only get closer to you by following your lead.
But even so, there's one thing I'm very clear about in my heart.
I like you.
I might not be able to guarantee other things, but I can promise you this: I will respond to your feelings properly, and I will treat you wholeheartedly. If you don't leave, I won't abandon you.
I will keep holding on. Thank you for bringing me here, and thank you for letting me into your world. I'm really happy."
When Olivia said all this, she hadn't prepared it in her mind.
As she spoke, she actually didn't know what she was saying anymore—she just wanted to let him see her heart too.
The emotions in the man's eyes gradually intensified.
Before Olivia could see clearly what they were, her waist was already pulled into his embrace.
Olivia fell into his arms, looking at him with some surprise.
Andrew's eyes at this moment were several shades deeper than the night itself.
This time, Olivia saw it—there was also a captivating whirlpool inside, as if wanting to pull her in completely.
He laughed in a low, hoarse voice, "Olivia, you say you're not good with words? You're actually very good!
Such a sweet talker—what am I supposed to do now?"
Before Olivia could react, her lips were sealed by warm, soft lips.
The night breeze was cool, her whole back pressed against the railing, receiving a burning kiss.