Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller

Chapter 1260
Wayne finally came to his senses but did not let go. His eyes were filled with a cold glint as he asked in a deep voice, “What are
you trying to do?”
Olivia held the silver needle with a look of grievance and replied, “The needle fell near your hand. I was just picking it up.” Wayne
released his grip only then. “Sorry, it was a reflex. Are you alright?”
The distinct red mark on Olivia’s neck hardly looked harmless. He felt even more remorseful. “I never intended to harm you.”
“I understand. I’ll be more careful in the future. You should rest now. I won’t disturb you any longer,” Olivia said. She put the silver
needles back into the acupuncture kit and returned to her room.
The moment she closed the door, she was drenched in sweat.
She was terrified as she nearly met her end at that man’s hands. His vigilance over the ring was evident, but she wasn’t out of
options. Starting tomorrow, she would start preparing medicine for Wayne.
She planned to add a few sleep-inducing herbs at the right time, wait for him to fall into a deep sleep, and then make her move.
Now, Olivia needed to figure out how to escape with the ring. People from Arlandia would arrive in a few days. Olivia was certain
Ethan would be among them. A plan began to form in her mind.
As she slept fitfully, someone entered the room in the middle of the night. Without a doubt, it was Wayne. He once mentioned
that her scent was soothing, helping him overcome his insomnia. So, she ignored his presence and heard him settle down to
sleep on the floor by her feet.
Wayne tossed and turned. He was unable to sleep for some reason. The room was large, diluting Olivia’s scent and making it
less pronounced. He had to strain to catch a faint trace of her scent, which felt like feathers tickling his heart.
Olivia suddenly awoke. “What are you doing?”
Wayne embraced her. “Quiet, I can’t sleep. Your scent helps me drift off.”
“Let me go. I have a husband and children. I only agreed to treat you, I didn’t...” Olivia protested.
Wayne climbed on top of her and pinned her soft body beneath him. Her ears could feel the warmth of his breath. “Shut up, or I
can’t guarantee what I’ll do,” he whispered.

Olivia’s heart raced as the unfamiliar scent of the man surrounded her. She knew better than to anger or provoke him at such a
moment.
She had to cooperate with Wayne as much as possible.
Despite everything, Wayne still respected her status as a married woman and didn’t cross certain boundaries. He rolled over to
lie beside her and treated her like a large pillow. He embraced her tightly with his chin resting on her shoulder and neck. He soon
fell asleep.
Olivia could clearly feel the ring on the finger resting on her waist. She wished she could take it from him right then. The night
was torturous for her. She kept struggling between her desire for the ring and the need to remain alert in the arms of a stranger.
Fortunately, Wayne was only seeking comfort to sleep. He slept soundly until dawn.
He woke up feeling as if there was a woman in his arms and instinctively pinched her.
At the sound of Olivia’s cry, a slap followed immediately. Olivia kicked him onto the floor. “Pervert, will you ever stop!”
Wayne was finally fully awake. He looked down at his empty palm, realizing that the soft sensation he felt moments ago must
have been her.
His gaze then shifted to Olivia’s chest, and he showed an expression that reflected his increasing desire.