Chapter 124 Where Are You Hungry?

Chapter 124 Where Are You Hungry?

Modern people weren't that conservative anymore, but discussing this matter in public was still pretty shocking.

Olivia didn't expect Charles to just blurt it out like that. With everyone around staring at them, she felt both embarrassed and angry, and couldn't help but smack Charles on the arm.

Charles didn't care at all about the looks from people around them. Right now, his eyes could only see Olivia.

He smiled and grabbed her arm, continuing in the same tone: "You don't like them? Actually, I don't really like them either. Since you agree, then let's not buy them and just..."

No need for them.

Charles didn't say these words directly, but they were already spilling out through his eyes.

A chill ran from Olivia's heels straight to the top of her head.

She didn't know what was going on, but lately Charles had suddenly developed a huge passion for having children. He had hinted, both directly and indirectly, countless times that he wanted her to have a child with him.

She could go along with him on other things, but not this one.

Her life was already a complete mess. She had no idea when she could return to her previous normal life.

She didn't even know if she would live to see that day.

And now to bring a child with her and Charles's blood into this world?

Forget about whether she and Charles could ever completely cut ties in the future - even if she could completely escape from Charles, what would happen to the child?

Follow Charles's path and become a monster?

Or just dump him in an orphanage to become a parentless orphan?

Either way, that wasn't what she wanted to see.

"Buy them."

Olivia grabbed Charles's arm tightly and said urgently.

Charles smiled.

The way people around them looked at them changed.

Olivia lowered her head in embarrassment.

Charles reached out and pulled Olivia into his arms. Without saying anything, he just stared coldly at those people looking over, and they immediately looked away.

"Everything's fine now."

Charles stroked Olivia's long hair: "You wait in line here, I'll go buy them."

Because of Charles's look, the people around didn't look at her again.

Charles came back quickly, carrying a large bag. The bag was packed full of all kinds of condoms.

The people waiting in line didn't dare stare openly anymore, but sensing what he had, they still exchanged looks with each other in disbelief.

"Why did you..."

Olivia wanted to criticize him, but halfway through, realizing people would see, she swallowed the words with difficulty.

Compared to her, Charles was completely shameless. With one hand around her slim waist and the other carrying the plastic bag full of condoms, he answered the question she hadn't finished asking:

"Let's try all of these and see which kind you like. Then we'll buy that kind from now on."

Olivia didn't look at Charles again, just raised her hand and pinched his arm hard.

Charles smiled and let her pinch him, pressing his body intimately closer to her.

To outsiders, this scene looked even more intimate.

Olivia couldn't take it anymore herself. She left Charles behind and walked straight through the no-purchase lane.

Charles finished paying and chased after her. Seeing her unhappy expression, he affectionately grabbed her hand: "Why are you angry again? Didn't I listen to everything you said? You told me to buy them, so I bought them. You pinched me and I didn't say anything."

"Charles."

Olivia looked at Charles with a cold face.

Her parents had already left. The most important thing for her now was to find a way to leave without clashing with Charles.

But the way Charles was acting now, she really couldn't stand it anymore.

"I'm here, go ahead."

Charles straightened up, looking like he was ready to be scolded by his wife.

Olivia felt even angrier and spoke more harshly:

"Charles, what our relationship really is, you know very well, and I know very well too. At home, when it's just the two of us, if you want to act, I'll go along with it. But why act outside, too? Make everyone think we're a deeply in love newlywed couple? Do you really enjoy acting that much?"

Charles stared into Olivia's eyes, with a hint of hurt in his gaze:

"Olivia, do you think everything I just did was an act?"

Did he need to act?

He wasn't an actor; no one was going to pay him for it.

He did this just because he wanted to tease her a little.

He liked seeing her shy because of him.

He wanted to use this way to improve their relationship.

Olivia's rationality recovered a bit.

Now wasn't the time for her to be willful.

She had to endure it; she must endure it; otherwise, she would never be able to escape from Charles's side in this lifetime.

She turned to look away and let out a long sigh: "I'm not... I just don't like it in public... I don't like people looking at me like that."

Having just passed Christmas, Charles didn't want things to get too unpleasant with Olivia either.

He stepped forward and put his arm around Olivia's slim waist: "I understand now. From now on, I won't say those things outside anymore. We'll only say them at home, okay?"

Charles looked at Olivia expectantly.

Olivia's expression still wasn't great, but she nodded.

Charles smiled and walked forward with his arm around her: "Let's go home."

Go home...

Olivia looked at the crowds of people coming and going around them, thinking of that home with David in her mind, her heart aching terribly.

Charles didn't notice Olivia's expression. Full of joy, he held Olivia and walked with big steps toward the car, toward the home he shared with Olivia.

Only after meeting Olivia did he truly have a home.

When they got home, Charles cut a plate of fruit and brought it to Olivia, telling her to rest for a bit. He washed his hands, put on an apron, and went to the kitchen.

Olivia sat on the sofa at first, but later, hearing the fast, rhythmic sound of chopping from the kitchen, she grew curious and went to check.

In the kitchen, Charles was concentrating on cutting vegetables, his technique skilled and quick.

For a moment, Olivia found it hard to connect the man cooking in front of her with the Charles who had killed, raped, and committed all kinds of evil before.

It was as if the man in front of her was really just Charles, with no connection to that Robert from three years ago.

Except they had the same face.

Charles finished cutting vegetables and turned around to see Olivia staring at him blankly. He put down the knife, smiled, and walked over to her, his fingers touching her cheek:

"What? Do I look that good cooking? You're staring."

Olivia hadn't expected to zone out at this moment either.

She turned her face away, away from his fingers, and turned to walk out: "I just came to see when you'd be done cooking. I'm hungry."

"Hungry?"

Charles looked her up and down with predatory eyes, and his fingers began to move improperly from her cheek:

"Where are you hungry? Here? Or... here?"

His finger tapped on her lips, then continued sliding down along her chin.