Oops! My Escort Is A Mafia Don - Chapter 74: Chapter 74

Herbert asked curiously, "Ollie, you know Jules? How do you two know each other? Why haven't you ever mentioned it?"
Olivia forced another awkward smile. "I don't know him. This is actually the first time I've met him. Maybe Mr. Hudson mistook me for someone else."
Herbert chuckled. "That's possible. Jules rarely comes to Gravellia, and with his special background, it's not likely you two would have met."
Olivia gave a polite smile.
Julian kept his eyes on her, his tone playful. "Maybe all heartless women just happen to look alike. She reminds me a lot of the woman who once broke my heart and dumped me."
Olivia lowered her gaze, her back drenched in cold sweat.
Everyone on the couch looked stunned, especially Herbert.
Knowing Julian's background, Herbert widened his eyes in disbelief and said, "Someone actually dumped you? Forget your family background—just look at you. Who could possibly walk away from you? Who was she?"
Julian raised an eyebrow. "That's exactly why I called her heartless."
Herbert quickly tried to comfort him. "Don't take it to heart, Jules. You're a great catch—any woman would be lucky to have you. If your dad doesn't find someone for you, I'll gladly play matchmaker."
Julian let out a soft laugh. "Well, thank you in advance. If I happen to fall for someone here today, I will make my move. I hope you won't be upset or try to stop me."
Herbert burst out laughing. "Of course not. It'd be my honor. As long as your father's fine with it, I'm fine with it too."
Julian looked over at Dylan, smiling as he asked, "What about you, Dylie? Would you support me?"
Given what his grandfather had just said, Dylan didn't hesitate. "Of course. As long as you're happy, I'll support you. If you need help, just say the word."
Julian pressed, "So no matter who I'm interested in, it's all good?"
Dylan nodded. "Absolutely. As long as you like her, that's what matters most."
Pleased with the answer, Julian glanced over at Olivia.
Noticing Olivia and Dylan still standing, Herbert scooted over on the couch and patted the empty spot beside him. "Come on, you two, don't just stand there—have a seat."
Dylan took Olivia's hand and led her over to sit. He sat beside Herbert, and Olivia sat next to him. On her right was Julian.
With so many people on the couch, the space was tight. As soon as Olivia sat down, her arm brushed against Julian's, and she quickly tried to shift closer to Dylan.
But she'd barely moved when she felt a cold stare from her right. Then Julian whispered, "What, planning to sit on your husband's lap in front of all these people? Tone it down. Sit properly."
Suddenly, a big hand grabbed her arm and yanked her over. Thrown off balance, she tumbled sideways and fell straight into his strong, broad chest. Instinctively, her hand reached out for support—and landed on his thigh.
Olivia's face flushed crimson. She jerked her hand back in a panic and scooted away from him.
Julian smirked. "Sorry, I work out a lot, so I'm pretty strong. I didn't realize you were so delicate and pulled a little too hard."
Olivia stared at the floor, her lashes fluttering. She was cursing him out in her head, but still forced herself to say, "Thank you."
But the torture didn't stop there. Every so often, Julian's leg would brush against hers. After it happened a few times, she realized he was doing it on purpose and shot him a sharp glare.
But he didn't back off. He even brazenly put his hand on the side of her thigh and started tracing letters with his finger.
She could feel what he was writing: [You betrayed my love. Now live with the guilt.]