hapter 49: The Past Unveiled, The Heart Softened–1
Chapter 49: The Past Unveiled, The Heart Softened
(Connor’s POV)
I took a slow sip of my wine, deliberately keeping my tone indifferent as I avoided Olivia’s curious gaze.
“No one. Ethan was talking nonsense,” I said, hoping to end the conversation before it
began.
Olivia’s clear amber eyes turned toward me, her expression pretending to be fierce
though I could see the playfulness behind it.
“Con, don’t shut me out. I want to hear what Ethan Quinn has to say.”
I fell silent immediately. Despite my reluctance, I couldn’t deny her anything when she
looked at me that way.
(Olivia’s POV)
The private room at the restaurant buzzed with casual teasing and warm
camaraderie. Ethan Quinn’s joking words gradually peeled back the layers of Connor’s
protectiveness over me.
“Look at him,” Ethan laughed, gesturing toward Connor with his wine glass.
“Completely whipped man. One look from Olivia and he caves instantly.”
Gabriel Andrews quipped with a knowing smile, “You don’t understand. Whipped men
love their partners, not fear them.”
Gentle laughter rippled through the room as Rebecca, my childhood friend, softly
added, “That’s right, Connor is a wife–doting maniac. Always has been when it comes
to Olivia.”
Ethan then shifted the conversation, his expression turning more serious. “By the
way, Olivia, those two sleazy businessmen who harassed you before–Harold
Blackwood and Douglas/Thornton? They’ve been investigated.”
“Both are now detained for economic crimes,” he continued, a satisfied smirk playing
on his lips. “Their companies are being systematically dismantled by Connor’s
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I nibbled a piece of venison, feeling a mixture of pride, satisfaction, and justice wash over me. “They deserved it. Serves them right.”
“Absolutely!” Ethan enthusiastically echoed in agreement.
I realized we’d digressed from the original topic. My amber eyes sharpened with renewed interest as I pressed again, “Ethan, you still haven’t told me–who did Connor
nearly kill back then?”
Ethan hesitated, stealing a nervous glance at Connor, whose ice–blue eyes had narrowed dangerously. Despite this, Ethan answered honestly: “Seemed like
someone named Liam Davidson.”
The name hit me like a physical blow. Memories surged vividly in my mind, transporting me back to my high school years at Riverdale High.
My close friend Emma Thompson had to transfer to an ordinary public school after
her family suffered financial misfortunes. Out of loyalty, I often waited at Emma’s new
school to meet her after classes.
There, a notorious bully named Liam Davidson, who fancied himself a leader because
of his family’s modest business, began to harass Emma. He wanted to claim her as his girlfriend despite her obvious discomfort and fear.
One evening, Liam chased Emma all the way to the school gate, only to encounter me
waiting there. Spotting me, his depravity grew bolder.
He blocked my way, spouted vile obscenities, and demanded my contact information.
He threatened and humiliated me publicly as students passed by indifferently, none willing to challenge the aggressive young man.
Terrified but desperate, I bluffed that I had a powerful brother. I called Connor Rivers,
whom I barely knew at the time, boasting aloud about his ferocity and connections to
scare Liam away.
To my surprise, within minutes, the deputy principal and dean arrived, dragging Liam and his followers away. Afterward, Emma told me she never saw Liam again at
school.
Curious now, I turned to Connor and asked, “Did you summon the school authorities
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that day?”
“Yes,” he replied simply, his voice controlled.
I sensed there was more to the story. “And then you beat up Liam Davidson?”
(Ethan Quinn’s POV)
I couldn’t contain my excitement to share the story despite Connor’s warning glare. I
jumped in enthusiastically.
“Oh man, you should have seen it! Connor was playing basketball with me when he received Olivia’s call. Without hesitation, he dropped everything and dragged me
twenty kilometers to the school.”
I gestured animatedly, recalling Connor’s expression. “He was already bristling with
protective rage before we even arrived.”
“Liam Davidson had no idea who Connor was–the Rivers family heir! The i***t
remained foul–mouthed and arrogant when confronted.” My voice dropped lower as I
recalled his disgusting words. “He was leering, saying, ‘That little girl’s just my type, skin soft enough to pinch water out of, that tiny waist looks good for riding–one day,
I’ll have her writhing for me-”
I saw Olivia’s face pale at the vulgar description. Connor’s jaw tightened dangerously.
“Before he could finish his filth, a vicious shout burst out as Connor’s fist silenced his obscenity mid–sentence.” I punched the air for emphasis. “Like a man possessed, Connor pummeled Liam with ruthless precision, targeting vital spots.”
I shook my head, still amazed by the memory. “He moved so fast and fierce that Liam soon crumpled helplessly on the ground. His agonized shrieks faded into
unconsciousness.”
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