Chapter 333 Andrew Lies
Just as Olivia felt a bit puzzled, a gravitational pull suddenly drew her toward him.
The next second, she was straddling the man's lap, and a kiss filled with floral fragrance descended upon her.
Cool wine was passed into her mouth, and the man gripped her slender waist, kissing her endlessly.
Olivia felt like she was really getting drunk this time.
Otherwise, why would her mind suddenly go blank, as if she'd stepped onto a cloud, her entire soul about to float away?
The slight feeling of weightlessness made her even more flustered. Her hands instinctively flailed and grabbed onto Andrew's shoulders, yet she couldn't bring herself to push him away at all.
She indulged herself, immersing in his kiss, letting him take what he wanted.
The water seemed to get even hotter, and her skin was starting to burn.
Especially where the man's palm touched as it slipped to her waist—those spots felt like they were being scorched.
Olivia felt all the strength drain from her body, going soft.
Her open eyes were hazy with mist, and she leaned completely against him, utterly dependent.
At such an intimate distance, both could feel each other's changes.
Olivia's heart trembled in waves, her lashes shaking violently, the corners of her eyes all red.
"Olivia..." Andrew's voice was hoarse to the extreme as he called her name by her ear.
Olivia leaned on his shoulder, turning her face slightly to look at him.
Deep in the man's blue eyes surged desire, but also extreme restraint.
He only held her tight, not going any further.
Yet under such a gaze, Olivia couldn't stop trembling, as if she would be burned to ashes by his eyes.
Her heart panicked, and she instinctively wanted to escape.
But the man's tone seemed to carry a bewitching quality as he coaxed softly, "Olivia, be good. Just stay still like this, and don't be afraid..."
He continued to lean closer to her.
Olivia forgot to move, until the overwhelming shower of light kisses left her completely unable to cope.
She obediently leaned in his arms, her hand being guided.
The water temperature began to get increasingly hot.
The originally calm water surface was also stirred up, rippling in circles.
From slow to intense.
Half an hour later, the water surface calmed again, with only the man's gradually settling breathing by her ear.
Olivia had exhausted all her strength and could only lean against Andrew.
He lifted her from the water and carried her ashore.
Leaning in his arms, Olivia thought drowsily that Andrew could lie too.
Hot springs didn't relieve fatigue at all!
They were even more tiring!
She couldn't help but complain to him reproachfully, "Tomorrow at the research institute, there's a huge amount of medicine preparation work!"
Her hands were probably going to be useless, right?
The man's voice was lazy and sexy as he chuckled softly, "Don't worry, I'll massage them for you while you sleep."
Olivia was speechless.
So he'd already figured out how to deal with the aftermath.
She was silent for a few seconds, and in the end could only nod obediently.
Whatever, it was already done—no point overthinking it.
She yawned and leaned against him without any guilt.
Just as she was about to fall asleep, her wet hair made her uncomfortable again.
She rubbed against him messily and mumbled to the man, "Don't want to blow-dry my hair."
Andrew looked at her squinting eyes, looking like she was acting cute, and smiled, "Okay, I'll blow-dry it for you."
Hearing the man say this, Olivia was finally satisfied.
A few minutes later, the two each took a shower and changed into clean pajamas.
When they came out, perhaps because those two sips of wine were kicking in, Olivia unconsciously started feeling sleepy, her eyes all red.
Andrew had already prepared the hairdryer and was waiting for her.
After Olivia walked over, she sat down in front of him, and as he blow-dried her hair, she naturally rested her head against his abdomen, dozing with her eyes closed.
By the time her hair was dry, she had completely fallen asleep.
Andrew looked down at that peaceful sleeping face, his gaze soft.
She could sleep through all that noise—she must be really exhausted.
He didn't wake Olivia, but instead wrapped his arm around her waist, picked her up, carefully carried her back to the villa bedroom, tucked her in, and dimmed the room lights.
Before leaving, he placed a light kiss on Olivia's forehead, "Good night, Olivia."
Olivia slept soundly until morning.
After that night, their relationship seemed to leap forward, becoming more intimate.
However, their busy pace didn't slow down.
The workload at the research institute was staggering, causing Olivia's original plan to make medicine for Finnegan to be delayed by several more days.
Andrew coaxed her, saying, "No rush, my grandfather's health isn't urgent. These past few days I've been making him exercise every day, and his energy is getting better day by day."
At the Hamilton Mansion, Finnegan had been in a bad mood these past few days.
And he couldn't even vent his frustration.
Looking at the trainer who came to teach him exercise again today, his face was full of misery—he was suffering terribly.
He deeply regretted agreeing to Aurelia's suggestion to go for a walk together that night.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have given Andrew this opportunity, and Finnegan wouldn't have to suffer this torture every day.
He glared and said to the bodyguard monitoring him, "I'm resting today, not practicing."
The bodyguard replied expressionlessly, "Sorry, Mr. Andrew Hamilton said you must practice for two full hours before you can rest."
After speaking, he stood in front of Finnegan like a mountain, blocking his path.
Finnegan almost choked.
He condemned through gritted teeth, "I'm so old, how can I possibly last two hours? Is that boy Andrew trying to kill me?"
The bodyguard said calmly, "Mr. Andrew Hamilton said he already had a professional team check you, and your body can handle two hours of exercise—it's within acceptable range."
Finnegan acted shamelessly, "Those are all quacks. I can't get up now. My legs hurt, my back hurts, my arms hurt—everything hurts!"
The bodyguard said calmly, "Mr. Andrew Hamilton said if you don't practice now, when he comes back this afternoon after finishing work, he'll add time—it'll be two and a half hours then."
Finnegan was shocked and suddenly stood up from the sofa, "Why would he add time?"
The bodyguard said unhurriedly, "So, whether to exercise now or wait until this afternoon for Mr. Andrew Hamilton to come back and add extra practice—it's entirely your choice."
Finnegan was furious hearing this.
But he didn't dare resist.
In the end, he could only stand up trembling and say stubbornly, "Practice, I'll practice now!"
He could barely hold on as it was—if more time was added, would he even survive?
Seeing him say this, the bodyguard finally said to the professionals nearby, "Please continue teaching him."
Finnegan was speechless.
He'd endure it for now!