Chapter 411 I Can Even Give Him My Life
Olivia found it amusing after reading everything.
Well, well, after doing something bad, he at least knew to clean up the mess.
Still, looking at the messages Andrew had replied to on her behalf, Olivia thought it was actually pretty good.
After all, she'd slept the whole day. Even if she could get up, there was no way she could drag her exhausted body back to work.
After going through all the messages, feeling her strength return a bit, she finally managed to get up, planning to wash up first and then find something to eat.
But she'd overestimated herself.
The moment her feet touched the floor, a wave of soreness hit her.
She couldn't stand steady and almost fell. Luckily, she grabbed the nightstand in time and fell back onto the bed.
They'd really gone too far.
Olivia covered her flushed face. This body was barely hers anymore—she had no control over it at all.
But she couldn't just keep lying there. After resting a bit more, Olivia wrapped herself in the bedsheet and shakily stood up again.
She wanted to go to the walk-in closet to find some clothes.
Last night's dress had been completely ruined by the end - she didn't need to look to know it was unwearable.
Besides, she didn't want to keep wearing that dress anyway.
Just then, the bedroom door opened from outside.
Olivia's body stiffened a bit. She turned her head and locked eyes with Andrew standing outside the room.
That handsome face wore a faint smile, his refined features showing the pleasure of being thoroughly satisfied.
He wore a light gray loungewear set, his tall figure leaning against the doorframe, his whole being radiating an air of lazy elegance.
His cool, restrained aura had diminished somewhat, replaced by a more carefree sensuality.
"You're awake?"
His voice was low and gentle as he asked.
The moment Olivia heard that familiar voice, her face flushed uncontrollably, turning red.
Last night, it was this very voice in her ear that had sweet-talked her into confusion, making her retreat step by step, compromising again and again!
In her hazy state then, she'd felt that Andrew really knew how to bewitch people. Listening to his gentle coaxing, she felt like she could give him her life.
Now, Olivia just felt her legs go weak, even trembling involuntarily.
She was scared, so scared!
She quickly nodded and replied, "I'm awake."
Only then did she realize her voice was hoarse.
Also because of last night, Olivia wanted to hide in the walk-in closet from embarrassment.
But she moved too quickly, stepped on the bedsheet, and her whole body pitched forward.
"Careful!"
Andrew reacted fast. Before Olivia could fall flat on her face, he quickly stepped forward and caught her in his arms.
He asked with amusement, "What's the rush?"
Olivia felt a bit embarrassed. Looking at her current physical condition, she had to honestly confess, "I was going to find clothesand wash up. I'm hungry."
As if on cue, her stomach growled cooperatively.
Andrew heard it clearly and couldn't help laughing. "You should be hungry. You slept all day. Dinner just got ready. If you still hadn't woken up, I would have woken you anyway."
Olivia hadn't planned to say anything, but seeing the barely concealed amusement in his tone, she finally couldn't help glaring at him. "It's all your fault!"
Not giving her food was one thing, but not even giving her water.
Her voice—people who didn't know better would wonder how she'd injured it. It was so hoarse it was painful to hear!
Her tone carried embarrassment mixed with complaint, and a touch of reproach.
Perhaps having just been nourished by passion, even her glare at Andrew carried an indescribable, alluring charm.
Andrew saw it. His eyes darkened, but his heart softened wave after wave.
He knew he'd been a bit much last night.
It wasn't that he hadn't tried to restrain himself.
But his Olivia was too sweet.
With just a few sweet words, she'd let him take whatever he wanted, giving up all resistance.
She was like that—it made him want to cherish her to his very bones.
So later, Andrew had lost control too.
This actually surprised even him.
Because he'd never been someone controlled by physical desire.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone all these years without a single woman by his side.
Later, after being with her, his tightly sealed desires had been torn open a small crack.
But he'd still been able to maintain his rationality, not going all the way.
His self-control and patience had always been within his manageable range.
But last night, just once, he'd gotten a taste for it!
And then, he just couldn't hold back anymore.
Now, looking at Olivia's annoyed expression, a simple look—a single playful complaint—they could all easily tug at his heart.
Andrew quite consciously admitted his fault, his voice carrying deep warmth. "It's my fault. So, Olivia, give me a chance to make it up to you, okay?"
Olivia looked at him and asked righteously, "How will you make it up?"
Andrew smiled, and without waiting for Olivia to react, he scooped her up in his arms. "Let me personally carry you to change clothes and wash up. I'll take care of you."
Olivia cried out in surprise, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck, but didn't say anything to refuse.
They'd already done the most intimate things. Besides, she had no strength right now, all because of him.
Him taking care of her—that was only right.
Thinking this, she obediently nestled in Andrew's arms, a sweet smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
In the walk-in closet, Andrew took out several outfits for Olivia to choose from.
Olivia raised her eyebrows, looking at the clothes he'd brought. "They're all pajamas?"
Andrew nodded, his eyes full of tenderness. "Pajamas are more comfortable."
Olivia's brows furrowed in confusion. Then she said, "You're not planning to let me go home tonight?"
Then she shook her head. "No, I still need to go back, or my parents will overthink things!"
But Andrew looked down at her meaningfully. "I think if you go back, that's when they'll really overthink things."
Olivia asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"
Andrew carried her to the full-length mirror.
Olivia looked in suspiciously and immediately understood what he meant.
Though she was wrapped in a bedsheet, the neckline area wasn't covered.
She hadn't noticed when she first got up, but now she could clearly see that her previously smooth neck and collarbone were covered in purple marks.
Anyone could tell at a glance what had happened, and how intense it had been.
She really couldn't go home like this, couldn't even go out to see people!
Olivia's face and ears turned bright red, her ears practically dripping crimson, her whole body heating up with embarrassment. "Andrew!"
She called his name through gritted teeth, her tone full of indignation.
Andrew pulled her into his arms, readily admitting his fault. "My mistake. I shouldn't have lost control just because you were too delicious."
"Shut up!"
Olivia covered his mouth in embarrassment. "Stop talking!"
Andrew didn't resist, his eyes filled with tender affection as he took the opportunity to kiss her palm.
It burned so much that Olivia glared at him again.
He coaxed her gently, "I'll stop talking, but let's settle this—you're staying here tonight. First get dressed, then go wash up. Didn't you say you were hungry?"