Chapter 413 Olivia Doesn’t Want To?
Thinking about all this, Olivia felt her heart soften.
She realized she was falling more and more for Andrew.
Looking at Andrew's handsome profile, she couldn't help but lean in and kiss him.
Andrew was looking down at his phone.
Finnegan had sent him a message, asking him to come back.
His slender fingers were tapping on the screen to reply.
Suddenly feeling the soft warmth pressed against him, he paused, his eyes darkening as he looked down at Olivia in his arms. "What's up?"
That brief question, with its tone, was a bit alluring to hear.
Olivia felt like she was beyond help.
Even though he hadn't really said anything, to her ears, it sounded like temptation, making her heart flutter a little.
But she didn't dare tease him casually.
The aftereffects in her body hadn't gone away yet.
If she took the initiative to seduce him, the one ending up sore and exhausted would be herself.
So she explained seriously, "It's a reward for you."
Andrew raised an eyebrow slightly.
He put down his phone and asked with interest, "What reward?"
Olivia nestled obediently in his arms and said, "Evelyn already told me about the Ross family's current situation. I just think you're amazing."
The Ross family was certainly bad, but for so many years, no one had dared to actively go after them.
Although this time it was because Charlotte had gotten into trouble, at the end of the day, it was because he had intervened.
"If you hadn't stepped in, the Ross family wouldn't have gotten into trouble so quickly. Maybe even this incident would have been brushed aside."
To make him believe what she was saying, she even showed him her phone.
Andrew glanced at the screen, amused by what he saw.
He said slowly, "Those people—some of them may have been influenced by me, but some were also influenced by you."
"What do you mean?"
Olivia didn't believe she had that kind of power.
Andrew said, "Last night, the Savage family, Mr. Whitley, Marigold—they all came forward to back you up. Their protective attitude was very obvious.
As long as those people at the event had working eyes, they could all see it. They won't dare offend you easily anymore.
As for the Ross family, which is already going down, they're naturally willing to cut ties with them. This way they can also show goodwill toward you."
But Olivia shook her head and said, "All of this is based on you and Mr. McCoy helping me.
Otherwise, how could I have this kind of power on my own?"
Andrew readily accepted her explanation.
He held Olivia and asked in an enticing voice, "Then how about another reward?"
Olivia was willing.
So she leaned over again and kissed his cheek.
Andrew's arm loosely circled her waist, not quite satisfied. "That's it?"
Olivia pressed her lips together and decisively kept her distance from him. "My back hurts. I don't want to suffer again."
Then she tried to pull away from him.
Andrew laughed helplessly. Of course he couldn't bear to let her slip away like that, so he pulled her back. "I saw you sleeping restlessly this morning, so I massaged you for an hour. Does it still hurt? Want me to massage you again?"
Olivia had no resistance to him to begin with.
A gentle Andrew was even more impossible for her to resist.
After less than two seconds of hesitation, Olivia obediently fell back into his hands, letting him gently stroke her waist with his warm palms.
To be honest, it did feel quite comfortable, and there were no other moves.
Olivia gradually let down her guard and leaned back into his arms as if she had no bones.
Andrew rested his chin on top of her head and mentioned, "Evelyn must have sent you a lot of messages. She even called you during the day, and I answered."
Olivia nodded and said, "Yes, she was looking for me and sent me a bunch of messages. But there probably wasn't anything important—just sharing some gossip."
She hadn't finished reading those messages yet. She'd only seen the part where Evelyn talked about the Ross family.
The rest was probably other gossip.
Evelyn usually loved sharing these things with her.
As Olivia spoke, she scrolled through her phone screen, continuing to read the unfinished messages.
But what came next wasn't like that at all!
After seeing that she hadn't replied all day, Evelyn had sent a bunch of questions.
"Olivia, what are you doing? Why are you ignoring me?"
"Do you not love me anymore?"
"Where are you? You haven't replied to me for an hour. Are you still not awake?"
"Are you busy? Did you go back to work at the research institute?"
"It's already noon. You should be eating lunch, right? Why still no reply?"
"It's afternoon now. Are you there or not? Have you been kidnapped?"
"Strange, you've never gone this long without replying to my messages. What are you doing?"
Then, instead of text, there was a voice call record lasting about twenty seconds.
After that, Olivia saw that Evelyn had sent a nosebleed emoji.
"Mr. Hamilton just said you're still not awake. Why aren't you awake at this hour?"
"He also said you were tired out last night. Why tired? Is it the reason I'm thinking of?"
She was full of excitement and gossip.
She didn't know how Evelyn had calmed herself down, but after quite a while, there was a smoking emoji and a relieved emoji.
Then a sentence: "Seeing you so productive, I'm relieved!"
After that, she sent a bunch of links below.
"I asked a friend about these for you. I heard the quality and experience are super good. No need to thank me too much!"
Olivia didn't understand, so she clicked to take a look.
The next second, what popped up from the link made her gasp and drop her phone onto her face again!
Andrew was quick to react, raising his hand to protect her face so the phone didn't hit her directly.
But the phone still fell on her.
He asked with concern, "Did it hurt?"
Olivia was alert and quickly shook her head. "No, it didn't hurt."
Right now, she was more shocked than anything.
After checking and confirming she really wasn't hurt, Andrew bent down to pick up her phone for her. "What are you looking at that got you so worked up?"
Noticing his movement, Olivia almost jumped off the sofa, her voice rising several notches. "Don't touch it!"
But it was too late. The next second, Andrew had picked up the phone.
The screen was still lit, with a blatant condom purchase page displayed on it.
That image was quite stimulating!
Olivia's expression almost cracked.
She even had the urge to go kill Evelyn right then.
Andrew also saw those things. His refined eyebrows raised slightly, and floating light and shadow surged in his deep eyes, making one's heartbeat skip.
Olivia's ears turned red under such a gaze.
She quickly clarified, "Don't misunderstand. Evelyn sent this to me. Before I clicked on it, I didn't know it was this stuff. I didn't want to look at it myself."
As she spoke, she quickly grabbed the phone back and closed that page.
Andrew watched her flushed face, looking as if the phone was burning her hands, and casually smiled, saying, "Quite a variety, but we don't need them."
"What?"
Olivia didn't react immediately.
The next second, she heard Andrew say meaningfully, "Because you and I are going to have a baby, aren't we?"
He lowered his voice and said this in her ear, then a burning kiss also landed on her ear.
Olivia felt the warm, intimate breath transmitted from him, carrying a pleasant, cool fragrance and a tremor-inducing aggressiveness.
She instantly trembled as if electrified.
A tingling sensation also climbed along her spine.
Almost instantly, Olivia felt her hands and feet starting to go weak.
She tried hard to maintain her composure despite her racing heart, her face flushing as she said, "Why do you still remember this?"
Shouldn't the baby thing be over with?
Andrew nibbled delicately on her earlobe, responding in a low voice, "Such an important matter, of course I have to remember it. Don't you want to?"
Olivia's breathing became a bit tight, and her mind was a bit chaotic.
Did she want to?
Although their relationship was warming up day by day.
But Olivia definitely hadn't thought that far ahead.
At least, having a baby shouldn't be within their current consideration range, right?
However, Andrew clearly wasn't giving her a chance to think.
His lingering kisses soon left her dizzy.
By the time Olivia came to her senses, she was already pressed down on the sofa.
The buttons of her perfectly fine pajamas had somehow come undone, revealing skin underneath marked with intimate traces.
Her messy long hair spread out on the sofa, her beautiful eyes tinged with moisture, showing confusion, like a deer lost in the forest.
Her eyes were moist and clear, rippling with an alluring pool of desire.
And he, with his slightly bent body, was like a drawn bowstring, pulling sexual tension to its extreme.
After last night, Olivia was quite familiar with him and could imagine the scene beneath his shirt.
His firm chest, beautiful eight-pack abs, sexy Apollo's belt, powerful waist.
And the bone-melting, soul-consuming sexual intimacy!
Olivia's heart trembled, her voice also shaking slightly, the ending tone carrying a pleading tone like she was acting cute: "Don't, my legs are still sore. It can't be like last night!"
If it was like last night again, she would really die.
Andrew's voice deepened to hoarseness.
He said gently, "I know, so tonight will be gentle, and it won't be that long. Be good."
As Andrew's words fell, a deep kiss also sealed away Olivia's voice of refusal.
He gently yet dominantly conquered her mouth, taking what he wanted.
His fingertips, with their slight calluses, with a pressure and heat that was neither light nor heavy, moved up from her waist, caressing all the way, kneading gently and slowly.
It was extremely torturous.
Olivia felt like she was a melting ice cream, unable to struggle or resist under the scorching temperature, only able to go limp in his arms.
Especially when passion intensified and his waist pressed down heavily, Olivia was startled and cried out in embarrassment, "Can we go to the bedroom?"
This was the living room—what if someone came?