Oops! My Escort Is A Mafia Don - Chapter 41: Chapter 41

Olivia picked out a pale green fairy-like dress from the wardrobe.
Julian's lazy voice drifted in from the doorway. "You really like green, huh? Someone said green isn't a lucky color. No wonder you got cheated on."
Olivia shot back calmly, "It's fine. The cheater eventually gets cheated. Besides, didn't I even the score by cheating with you?"
After a pause, she said, "I'm changing now. Mind stepping out and closing the door for me?"
Julian raised his brows, complaining, "We were in the same bed naked this morning. Now you're feeling shy to get dressed in front of me, huh?"
Olivia didn't know how to respond to that.
"So I'm disposable now, huh? Fine, I'll leave." He turned and exited, shutting the door with a faint click.
Olivia couldn't help but laugh as she shook her head and began to change.
The dress fit her perfectly—neither too tight nor too loose. She ran a hand over the fabric and muttered, "What a professional gigolo. Just a few interactions, and he's already got my measurements down. Honestly, this dress fits better than the ones I bought for myself."
By the time she stepped out of the room, Julian was already waiting by the entryway bench on the first floor.
As she approached, he gently tugged her down to sit, knelt in front of her, and helped her slip into a pair of woven straw sandals.
Then, hand in hand, the two strolled slowly through the island paths. The setting sun cast long shadows behind them.
Olivia glanced up at him and asked, "By the way, you still haven't told me where exactly this place is. Why did you bring me here? I told you to take me to a hotel, didn't I?"
Julian answered, "This is Silvermoon Island. A great spot for a little getaway. It's far from the mainland, so there is no chance of running into your ex and his mistress.
"You can relax here for a while, and when you're ready to go back, I'll drive you. It takes just six hours, not too bad, huh?"
She asked, "Is that villa yours? It doesn't really look like a rental."
"Yeah. I stayed here to recover when I was sick a few years ago, so I bought a house," replied Julian.
Olivia smiled, "You've got taste. It's really beautiful here, and the air's so fresh."
They chatted as they walked until they reached a courtyard with no signage out front. Inside, a few tables were set up. It looked like a local eatery.
Julian led her inside. He said something in Darcolnian, and a gruff reply came from within, also in Darcolnian. Olivia couldn't understand a word of it, though the language sounded almost aggressive with its rolled consonants and clipped cadence.
"You roll your R's pretty well," Olivia commented.
Julian arched his brows. "You're just realizing that? Thought I gave you a full demo last night."
Olivia's face went instantly red. She pinched his waist hard and hissed, "Hey, we're in public."
Julian bit back a laugh, leaning down to whisper against her ear, "Tell me, do you want another try tonight?"
Her face turned even redder. She shot him a death glare, thinking, 'Shameless. Absolutely shameless.'
"No? Then forget it," he teased.
"Yeah, I want," she muttered under her breath.
Julian laughed outright, reaching up to squeeze her flushed cheeks. "Bad kitten."
Just then, a burly man stepped out of the kitchen. Towering at around 6 feet 3 inches with a thick beard and a cigarette clamped between his lips. He was Julian's grandfather, Joe Hudson.
At first, his face was set in a scowl as he barked something at Julian in Darcolnian. But the moment his eyes landed on Olivia, who still held Julian's hand, his scowl softened, his eyes lit up, and his gruff face took on something close to friendliness.
Joe's eyes scanned Olivia up and down, but the question was directed at Julian. "Who is this lady?"
Julian replied casually, "Let's say... my girlfriend. I'm planning to spend a few days here with her, so I figured I'd bring her by to meet you. But don't mention anything about our connection yet. She might get overwhelmed.