Oops! My Escort Is A Mafia Don - Chapter 68: Chapter 68

She'd come here hoping for some peace and quiet, but Julian's arrival completely threw her off. She'd rather go back and deal with that idiot Dylan than stay here and watch Julian's heartbroken expression.
To be more precise, she didn't dare stay. She was afraid that if she stayed long enough, her resolve would waver.
Her feelings for Julian weren't as deep as what she once had for Dylan, but it was not like she felt nothing at all. That goodbye kiss at the airport had already given her away.
Julian was handsome, had the perfect body, was incredibly thoughtful, and treated her like she was the center of his world—of course, she would fall for him.
But she knew very well why she got involved with Julian in the first place. Now that her goal was achieved, she had to break things off with him.
Otherwise, if Julian ever found out she was pregnant, guessed the baby was his, and made a scene, her whole plan would go up in smoke.
Only she and Dylan could know the truth about the baby. And Dylan, for his grandfather's sake, would never breathe a word—he'd even help her cover it up. As for herself, she'd never let anyone find out.
It wasn't easy to cut off a budding relationship, but it wasn't impossible either.
Julian followed Olivia all the way to the parking garage.
As she was about to get in her car, he grabbed her arm and said in a low and desperate voice, "I don't want your money. I'll stay with you for free... No, I'll pay you. Don't cut ties with me, okay?"
Olivia pulled her hand back and said indifferently, "That's not necessary. My husband would be disappointed if he found out. He finally gave me another chance, and I don't want to risk anything." She got into the car and drove off.
She drove around for a bit to clear her head before heading home. As soon as she walked through the front gate of the villa, she was greeted by a nauseatingly sweet voice coming from the living room.
"Baby, why aren't you eating? You told me on the phone you hadn't had dinner, so I rushed over to cook for you. I put so much effort into it, but you've barely touched it.
"Ohhh, I get it! You want me to feed you with my mouth, don't you? I'll do it right now," Chloe said.
Olivia felt goosebumps all over. As she walked inside, she glanced over toward the dining room.
Chloe was holding a chip between her lips, leaning in toward Dylan.
Dylan frowned, looking reluctant. He was about to push Chloe away, but the moment he caught sight of Olivia, he immediately changed his mind.
He slipped an arm around Chloe's waist and took the chip from her mouth with his own, all the while sneaking glances at Olivia out of the corner of his eye to see how she'd react.
Olivia coolly looked away and headed upstairs.
A trace of disappointment flickered in Dylan's eyes.
Just then, Chloe plopped herself onto his lap and pressed her body against his. She gave him a sultry look, then leaned in and brushed her lips against his.
Dylan snapped out of it and shoved her so hard she fell to the floor.
Chloe squealed. "Honey, what are you doing?"
Dylan's expression was stormy. He pulled Chloe up and said in a low voice, "I just remembered I still have some work to finish. I'll be in the study. You clean up here and head home when you're done."
Chloe bit her lip. "It's so late. I'm scared to go back alone. Can I stay the night? Please, baby."
Dylan thought for a moment and then said, "Alright, you can stay."
Chloe's face lit up with joy. "Thank you, honey. So, where am I sleeping tonight?"
Dylan replied half-heartedly, "Wherever you want." With that, he strode upstairs. But instead of heading to the study, he went straight to the master bedroom where Olivia was.
He looked at her and sneered, "You really think if you throw a tantrum and refuse to cook for me, no one else will? Please. There are plenty of women dying to cook for me."