Oops! My Escort Is A Mafia Don - Chapter 64: Chapter 64

Then she let out a startled scream—someone else was in the room. When she saw who it was, her eyes filled with shock and a mess of emotions.
She couldn't help but think, 'Julian? What's he doing here? I only texted him yesterday morning to break things off, and now he's here. Did he get on a plane the moment he read that text?'
Julian stood up and walked over to Olivia. His handsome face was cold, and the pressure he gave off filled the room, making the air feel heavy and suffocating.
Olivia instinctively backed away. She wanted to slip into the bathroom and grab a towel to cover herself.
Even though she'd done it with Julian before, standing there completely naked while facing him still made her feel embarrassed.
If they were both naked, it wouldn't be so bad. But being the only one without clothes made her feel like she was on trial, and it was seriously uncomfortable.
But Julian was already in front of her. He reached his arm around her and pulled the bathroom door shut.
Olivia's back pressed against the door—she had nowhere left to run.
Julian braced his arms on either side of her, making sure she couldn't escape. Then he looked down at her, his deep eyes filled with anger and accusation, but more than anything, there was pain and sadness.
"What did that message you sent me yesterday mean?" he asked, his voice low, hoarse, and trembling a little.
Olivia's heart clenched. It felt as if someone had grabbed hold of it, and an indescribable feeling welled up inside her. She turned her head away, not daring to meet his eyes.
She pressed her hands against his chest and tried to push him away, but he didn't move an inch. She could only say, "Can you please move? Let me put some clothes on first. I can't think like this."
Julian stared at her for a few seconds, then pulled his hands back and took a step back. Even at the height of his anger, he still kept his self-control—and his respect for her.
Olivia spun around, opened the bathroom door, slipped inside, and locked the door behind her. She grabbed a bathrobe and put it on. Wrapped in the soft fabric, she felt a little safer—but her thoughts were still all over the place.
She sat down on the edge of the bathtub and covered her face with both hands, unsure how to face Julian again. Just that calm question from him was too much for her to handle.
She'd thought they'd parted on good terms—things had been great while they were together, and when it ended, she'd not only paid him; she'd even given him a little extra as a tip.
Everything had gone so smoothly, but he suddenly showed up at her door, which was confusing.
Anyone who didn't know better would probably think Olivia had toyed with the feelings of some innocent guy and that she was a heartless player who had dumped him after using him.
Olivia sat there for ten minutes, but her mind was still a complete mess.
"Come out and talk. Hiding won't fix anything," Julian said outside the door. His voice was still so intense, and it made Olivia uneasy.
She yanked at her hair and gritted her teeth. "What am I even scared of?" she muttered. "It was just a business deal between us. I paid him. I don't owe him anything. So why am I freaking out?"
She took a deep breath, stood up, and opened the bathroom door.
Julian glanced at her damp hair and said quietly, "You should dry your hair first. It's getting chilly—you don't want to catch a cold."
He led her to the vanity, picked up the hair dryer, and quietly began drying her hair—just like he used to do every single day back on Silvermoon Island.
All the courage Olivia had just mustered faded away. The more considerate he was, the more she felt like a heartless jerk.