Chapter 410 Have a child with Olivia? I’d be happy to
Olivia couldn't think straight at all. Her rationality was completely swept away by that kiss.
She and Andrew had kissed many times before.
But each time seemed to bring a new experience.
Tender ones, passionate ones, restrained ones.
Yet none had been like tonight, making Olivia feel it was dangerous, filled with pure aggression.
While she was overwhelmed, she was also quite surprised.
Several times she tried to pull herself back to rationality, but when her eyes met Andrew's, she saw a pair of bottomless depth.
They were like whirlpools, radiating a fatal attraction, ready to pull her in and consume her completely.
Olivia felt her heartbeat spiraling out of control, unable to resist getting lost in such a gaze.
Deep in her heart, an indescribable, unclear floating sensation emerged.
It was as if she'd been thrown into the clouds—press down too hard and she'd fall.
Too light, and she couldn't stand steady.
This in-between feeling made her panic.
Out of instinct, she leaned almost entirely against him.
Following her movement, the corners of Andrew's eyes began to flush red.
His cool demeanor melted away, replaced by gradually intensifying desire.
Andrew's sexy Adam's apple bobbed as he planted light kisses on Olivia's neck and collarbone.
As they moved together, her dress slipped down.
In the dimly lit car, a striking sight could vaguely be seen.
Olivia before him, her smooth, delicate skin flushed pink.
Andrew's breathing grew heavier as he slowly laid the soft Olivia in his arms down.
Olivia had long been kissed dizzy, completely disoriented.
In her daze, she only felt oxygen growing scarce, the air seemingly heating up.
With difficulty, she regained a thread of consciousness, only to discover the car had somehow already stopped in Liliana Retreat garage.
In the quiet space, only the two of them.
She was pressed back against the seat, her upper body exposed.
And before her was Andrew, full of sexual tension, his cool restraint completely gone, his eyes filled with possessiveness and a strong desire to claim her.
"Andrew, you, why so suddenly..."
Olivia felt somewhat panicked, her eyes shimmering as she struggled to get up.
Andrew merely pressed lightly on her shoulder, and she couldn't move further.
Andrew's eyes were deep and captivating, the reddened corners utterly alluring.
His voice came out low, hoarse, and magnetic. "Suddenly what?"
Under the temptation of such a voice, Olivia's heartbeat completely lost its rhythm.
She wasn't some innocent, naive girl—having had a child, she knew very well what was about to happen.
Though she knew in her heart this day would come sooner or later.
But this was a bit too sudden. Couldn't he at least give her some mental preparation?
Andrew seemed to read her thoughts.
He smiled, impossible to look away from, "I originally wanted to take things slowly, but Olivia, you made the invitation, so I can only follow your lead."
Olivia's mind was a bit confused. "What invitation?"
Andrew's voice was low and husky, smiling as he said, "To have a child. I never planned to have one with anyone else. Unless it's having a child with you—I'd be very happy to."
As he finished speaking, a shadow fell before her eyes, and Andrew sealed her lips again.
This time, he held nothing back, completely overwhelming Olivia.
Faced with such an assault, how could Olivia resist?
Within seconds, she retreated step by step in this storm.
Plus, subconsciously, she had no intention of resisting him at all, so every movement was gentle and dependent.
Being with him, whatever they did, she was willing.
As long as he stayed by her side.
That's what she thought, but the car's space wasn't large, cramped enough to prevent stretching out.
So when they actually made love, an indescribable pain occupied all her senses.
Olivia's whole body trembled uncontrollably.
Tears even seeped from the corners of her eyes.
For one, she hadn't experienced this kind of thing many times.
In her years of marriage to Michael, he'd touched her only a handful of times.
For another, wasn't Andrew's size a bit too much?
Olivia gripped his shoulders tightly, breathing lightly, her voice choked as she negotiated with him, "Andrew, can you stop?"
Andrew's shirt buttons were undone by a few, his sharp suit still properly worn.
He'd only undone his belt and pants button.
Outwardly, nothing seemed amiss.
But sweat clearly beaded on his forehead, his handsome face showing intense restraint.
Hearing her words, Andrew almost laughed.
At this point, how could he possibly stop?
He could only try to stay calm, gently pulling her into his arms, his voice hoarse as he planted light kisses.
Then, coaxing her, he whispered in her ear, "Olivia, be good, don't be scared, just relax, it'll be over soon."
He hadn't expected her to be so inexperienced and endearing.
Olivia felt a bit wronged, her reddened eyes looking pitiful, "Then not here, okay? Please."
This place was too shameful for her.
And the cramped space made her very uncomfortable.
She didn't know how tempting she looked with those eyes.
Andrew only felt that impulse surge again, nearly burning him up completely.
He sucked hard on Olivia's shoulder, listening to her pleading, finally letting rationality win over everything.
"Sorry, I've made you uncomfortable."
He held her, then stood up, wrapping her body in his suit jacket.
After tidying up a bit, he scooped her up and got out of the car.
Leaving the garage, the courtyard was deserted, the driver long gone, and rain had started outside.
Raindrops pattered down, the mountain wind stronger than before, shaking the tree shadows like dancing ghosts in the mountains.
The weather had clearly turned cold, winter quietly arriving.
Inside the room, though, there wasn't a trace of cold.
After Andrew carried Olivia in, he easily dispelled all the chill.
Surrounded by him, the warm air gradually transformed into overwhelming heat.
This time, they held nothing back from each other.
Their feelings consumed them.
The night grew deeper, and the rain outside grew heavier.
The thin curtain of rain gradually became a crazy downpour.
The ginkgo tree in the courtyard, caught in the storm, bent over one moment, swaying and tumbling the next.
Rainwater pounded on the leaves, making sharp pattering sounds.
The delicate branches rubbed and collided with each other, mixed with the wind's wailing.
Sometimes like quiet sobbing, sometimes like joy from being drenched by rain.
The rustling continued, wind and rain all night long.
Until the sky gradually brightened outside, this storm finally began to subside.
When dawn broke, Olivia had fallen into deep sleep, exhausted to the extreme, unable to wake at all.
When she opened her eyes again, her thoughts were still scattered.
She felt like a severely paralyzed patient, her mind foggy, completely disoriented about what day it was.
She moved her fingers, trying to reach for the phone on the nightstand.
But as soon as she moved, a sore sensation hit her.
Olivia couldn't hold onto her phone, and it fell right onto her face.
She groaned, and the delayed pain finally pulled back her consciousness.
All the memories from last night came flooding back.
Olivia's entire face instantly turned completely red, nearly burning up.
No one had ever told her that the cool, restrained Andrew who kept his distance from women would be this terrifying after sex.
The whole process—she didn't dare recall it in detail.
Because the consequences were already obvious.
She couldn't get out of bed for a day, couldn't leave the room.
Olivia stared at the time displayed on her phone, hardly believing it.
It was already the evening of the next day!
In her original plan, she should have been back home by now.
After a moment of frustration, Olivia gradually calmed down.
Last night, aside from the initial discomfort, later on, as they became more in sync, she'd also tasted something different.
But even so, they couldn't be so unrestrained.
Fortunately, they were at Liliana Retreat, and no one would know about all this.
Otherwise, she really wouldn't be able to face anyone.
With her head practically smoking, Olivia couldn't help but turn to look for the culprit.
The room was quiet.
After looking around, she didn't see Andrew anywhere.
Olivia couldn't help feeling resentful.
After having sex with her, he'd disappeared!
Had he abandoned her and run off?
The more Olivia thought about it, the deeper her resentment grew.
Just then, her stomach rumbled.
Her energy was completely depleted.
Not only tired, but hungry too.
She wanted to get up, but didn't want to move a single finger.
Left with no choice, Olivia could only lie back down on the bed.
After resting a bit and recovering some strength, she picked up her phone again to check her messages.
Having disappeared for a whole day, who knows how many people had tried to reach her.
Vaughn and Victoria must have called her, right?
Thinking this, she opened the screen and indeed saw several missed calls from Vaughn and Victoria.
Since she hadn't answered, they'd also sent messages asking, "Olivia, why didn't you come home all night?"
Below was a reply saying, "Drank too much last night, staying at Andrew's, don't worry."
The investigation team had also sent a notice asking her to return to work.
Below that was a sick leave request.
Rodolfo had also sent a message. "Why didn't you come back to the research institute today? Are you upset about something?"
The reply below read. "Drank too much last night, not feeling well today, need to rest at home, can't make it, will definitely come tomorrow."
Rodolfo replied, "Young people just don't know restraint."
Rodolfo didn't mean anything by it, but Olivia felt incredibly guilty from that one sentence.
Finally, there was a message from Liam, mainly reporting on Michael's condition from last night.
"I've examined him carefully, Michael is fine, don't worry. I also left him some medicine for bruises, so don't worry about being blamed for anything."