Oops! My Escort Is A Mafia Don - Chapter 45: Chapter 45

Olivia and Julian strolled along the beach barefoot. The fine, soft sand beneath their feet felt like a natural foot massage—soothing and warm.
Further down the beach, a lively music festival was in full swing. Tourists and locals swayed to the rhythm of the music with drinks in hand, as if trying to shake off every last worry and inhibition.
Staff members weaved through the crowd, handing out complimentary drinks in disposable cups.
Both Olivia and Julian were each handed a cup of alcohol. Olivia subtly placed hers back on the bar, took Julian's cup, and returned his cup without a word.
Julian asked with raised brows, "You drink alcohol, don't you? Why did you put the cups back?"
"I quit," Olivia replied casually.
"When did that happen?"
"Just now."
Before he could respond, one of the staff noticed the returned drinks and immediately approached them. "Hey, are you two newlyweds trying for a baby? No worries, if you don't want alcohol, we've got non-alcoholic options too."
She cheerfully handed them two bottles of soda. "We're running a promotion today. Everything's free, including snacks and fresh fruit. Help yourselves with everything, and congrats on the wedding."
"Thanks, but we're not—" Olivia started to explain, but the girl had already rushed to other visitors to bring them drinks.
Julian said casually, "She's just a stranger. Let her think what she wants. No need to explain."
Then he smirked and said, "Honestly, if I didn't know you, seeing you suddenly quit both smoking and drinking, I might assume you were trying to get pregnant."
Olivia took a quick sip of her soda to hide the flicker of guilt in her eyes.
'Because I am,' she admitted to herself. 'And I didn't let you drink in case it affects the quality of your sperm. Gotta play it safe.'
Just the thought of the pregnancy renewed her determination, and she told herself, 'Ovulation's happening now. This window can't go to waste. I need to make the most of it.'
Looping her arm through Julian's, Olivia picked up the pace. "Such a perfect night. It'd be a shame not to spend it in bed. Let's go back and sleep."
Julian let out a chuckle but took her back.
The next morning, Olivia refused to get out of bed.
Julian yanked the blanket off her and said, "Get up, lazybones. I'm taking you out. Surfing or diving, which one first?"
"Can we just stay in the room?" Olivia mumbled into the pillow.
Julian grinned. "Moderation, babe. Let's have some daylight fun before we get back to bed."
Olivia had no comeback but got up to get dressed.
After breakfast, Julian brought Olivia to the beach. She chose to try surfing first.
To get into the water, Olivia had to change into a swimsuit. She picked one out herself, but Julian immediately shook his head and handed her a one-piece that looked utterly tragic.
"Not this one," Olivia protested, wrinkling her nose. "This one is terrible."
Julian shrugged. "If you don't mind getting your pants brought away by the water, suit yourself."
Defeated, Olivia silently changed into the ugly one-piece.
Once they were ready, Julian handed Olivia a surfboard and guided her into the water. He had her lie flat on the board to paddle and warm up. He then patiently walked her through how to get up and balance properly.
Then he brought out a motorboat. Driving it ahead, he created artificial waves for her to follow, while she tried to ride them behind him.
At first, Olivia couldn't even stand up without toppling over. But she was stubborn and hated to lose. Again and again, she failed, but she never gave up.
Hundreds of attempts later, her balance began to hold. She could stand up from three seconds to ten, then to full minutes, and soon, she was riding with surprising grace.
Julian kept glancing back from the boat, watching her progress.
Olivia beamed and waved at him, her face glowing with joy. "Julian, I did it. Am I amazing?"
Julian replied with a proud smile, "You're the best student I've ever had."
He just didn't tell her that she was also the only one he'd ever taught.