Oops! My Escort Is A Mafia Don - Chapter 73: Chapter 73

Olivia could barely breathe. Her heart skipped a beat and then started pounding wildly and out of rhythm.
She thought, 'What on earth is Julian doing here? That makes no sense. He's a male escort—there's no way someone like him could get into a high-society party like this, no matter how hard he tries. Did some rich woman bring him along?'
She was a bundle of nerves, completely flustered. She could sneak around with men, but she had to keep it private. If anyone in their circle found out—if word got back to Morgan—she'd lose everything.
But there wasn't a woman by Julian's side. He didn't look like he was here as someone's date.
Plus, there were a few other people in the lounge: Dylan's grandfather, his uncle, and several friends and relatives who held high-ranking positions.
If Julian had been brought in by some sugar mommy, there's no way he'd be sitting with the hosts. Besides, he was treated with respect and even flattery.
Olivia's mind was a tangled mess. She was so anxious that she unconsciously gripped Dylan's arm tightly.
Feeling the pain, Dylan couldn't help but say, "What are you doing? Don't start with me in front of all these people. It'll get ugly."
Olivia had been flying off the handle a lot lately, always ready to throw hands, so Dylan instinctively assumed she was about to hit him again. He could only lower his voice and remind her to watch herself.
Snapping back to her senses, Olivia quickly loosened her grip. "I'm not feeling well. I'm going upstairs to rest for a bit."
She'd been to the Klein residence before. There was a room set aside for Dylan, and she knew exactly where it was—she could find it herself.
But just as she turned to leave, Dylan's uncle, Spencer Klein, spotted them. "Dylie, Ollie, you're here. Come on over. Your grandfather was just talking about you two."
Olivia had no choice but to stop, turn around, and walk over with Dylan to greet everyone. Since the people there were all elders, they had to show proper respect. The last person they were about to greet was Julian.
"Grandpa," Dylan asked after glancing at Julian, "who's this? I don't think I've seen him before."
Herbert chuckled and replied, "Back when I was working at the embassy in Darcoln, I had a lot of dealings with his father. Later, when things got tense over there, it was his father who led the rescue of the embassy staff.
"We bonded over drinks after that and became close friends.
"Back then, I was still in office, so it wasn't appropriate to reveal the connection. But now that I'm retired, there's nothing to worry about. You two can call him Mr. Hudson. He's like a family to us."
Olivia's mouth twitched. Just a couple of weeks ago, she'd been in bed with Julian, and now, out of nowhere, he'd become her husband's family. The whiplash was unreal.
Her lips felt like they were glued shut—she just couldn't get the words out.
"Babe, why are you spacing out?" Dylan nudged her, snapping her back to reality.
Olivia looked at Julian. He met her gaze. His deep eyes glinted with amusement, and he lounged there with a lazy, teasing air.
A subtle pressure seemed to bear down on her, making her feel completely overwhelmed. Forcing a stiff smile, Olivia finally managed to say, "Mr. Hudson."
Julian smirked. "No need to call me that. Just call me what you used to. Actually, considering everything that's happened, I'd prefer something a little more intimate."
Olivia's heart skipped a beat, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead.
Everyone turned to look at her.