Oops! My Escort Is A Mafia Don - Chapter 67: Chapter 67

[November 8, 2021: After waiting three days, Dylan finally came back. I couldn't wait to tell him the truth about what happened back then, but he didn't believe me.
[He even mentioned that Chloe had already told him about me—how I was always competing with her back in school, how I used to lie all the time.
[She even warned him ahead of time that if I ever found out she was the one who saved him, I'd probably shamelessly lie and try to steal the credit.
[Chloe knew when and where Dylan was rescued, and what he was wearing that day. The only thing he remembered—a yellow dress—now belonged to Chloe.
[So, no matter what I say, it sounds like I'm the one lying. There's no way to prove I was the one who saved him.]
[November 21, 2021: After thinking it over for a few days, I've finally figured it out: Love that's built on a sense of gratitude isn't real.
[I'll show him how good I am and make him fall for me for who I am. That's what real love is. I'm going to do everything I can to win his heart.
[People online say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Starting today, I'm going to learn how to cook.]
The next dozens of entries were all about Olivia learning to cook and adjusting recipes to suit Dylan's taste.
[January 5, 2024: After more than thirty attempts, I finally came up with a stomach-soothing herbal tea that's perfect for him. He hasn't frowned in stomach pain since—and I was even happier than he was.]
Olivia turned off her phone screen and looked at Julian, her expression blank. "Do you believe me now?" she said calmly. "I've always loved him. I just pretended not to. I'm good at pretending.
"I've waited so many years for him. Now that he's finally willing to have a child with me, there's no way I'm letting this chance slip by. I'm going to build a real life with him, so I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore."
Julian pressed his lips together, his eyes bloodshot, looking like his whole world was about to fall apart.
He always thought her marriage was just for show, that there were no real feelings between her and her husband. He never imagined she actually loved her husband this much.
Their two weeks together couldn't even begin to compare to the years she'd spent loving her husband. He was just a tool she used to get back at her husband.
"You lied to me," Julian said hoarsely. "I told you I didn't want to be some filler in your marriage. And you said you didn't have feelings for him—"
Olivia let out a short laugh. "You believed a client's lies? Aren't you a little too naive?"
Julian wasn't ready to give up. "You said you couldn't have kids. So how could he possibly give you one?"
Olivia's eyes flickered. She replied, "I'm not infertile. I just have some health issues that make it hard to conceive.
"But if I take care of myself and get my body back in shape, I can get pregnant. For him, no matter how hard it is, I'll do it. I'll have his child."
Annoyed, she got up, grabbed some clothes from the closet, and went to the bathroom to change. When she came out, Julian was still leaning against the vanity mirror, head down, a heavy gloom hanging over him.
She shot him a glance and walked toward the door without saying anything.
"Was there ever a moment when you actually had feelings for me?" Julian asked.
Olivia stopped in her tracks. The air went still. Then she replied, calm and unruffled, "No. I could never fall for an escort."
Julian whispered, "What if I wasn't—"
Olivia cut him off. "There are no 'what ifs.' Love is a spark between souls—it doesn't come with all those conditions." With that, she walked out of the room.