Oops! My Escort Is A Mafia Don - Chapter 75: Chapter 75

Olivia couldn't help but think, 'Can you not make this so awkward?' The corner of her mouth twitched. Hiding her hand under her dress, she secretly pinched his thigh and scribbled: [Knock it off.]
Julian continued: [Can't we just stay together?]
Olivia replied: [I've made myself perfectly clear—I'm going to focus on my family.]
Julian added: [But your husband doesn't seem interested in that. I saw the three of you walk in together—he even brought his mistress along.]
Olivia responded: [You just don't get us hopeless romantics. Whether he has a mistress or not won't stop me from loving him. If needed, I can even love his mistress too.]
Her last sentence left Julian completely speechless. After a long pause, he continued: [Liar. You're not a hopeless romantic at all.]
Olivia: [I am!]
Julian: [I trust my own judgment.]
The two of them were having a silent but intense exchange when Dylan suddenly turned to Olivia and asked, "What's up with you? Did a caterpillar crawl on you or something? You keep squirming. And why is your face so red?"
Olivia did her best to ignore the itch on her leg and seized the opportunity to make an excuse. "I'm not feeling well. I'll go upstairs and rest for a bit. Just call me when the party starts."
With that, she stood up, gave the elders an apologetic bow, and hurried upstairs. She slipped into Dylan's room and paced back and forth, her mind a complete mess.
She'd thought that after her conversation with Julian, they would never cross paths again. Yet here he was—appearing at Dylan's grandfather's birthday party.
From how Herbert treated him, it was obvious Julian was no ordinary guy. She'd gotten herself tangled up with someone she really shouldn't have.
Anyone who could get into such a prestigious event was surely not a male escort. She'd had it all wrong from the very start.
Just then, there was some noise at the door.
Assuming it was Dylan, Olivia didn't pay much attention—just took a moment to compose herself.
But when the door opened, it wasn't Dylan who walked in. It was Julian.
Before Olivia could react, Julian shut the door and locked it behind him.
Olivia instantly panicked. "What are you doing in my room? If someone sees us, there's no way we'll be able to clear our name!" As she spoke, she strode over, grabbed the doorknob, and tried to open the door.
But Julian caught her wrist, yanked her around, and pinned her against the door. Then he said, "Clear our name? Don't kid yourself. You and I—whatever this is—it's real.
"Every inch of me knows you, just like every part of you knows me. And now you want to pretend none of it ever happened? Don't you think it's a little too late for that?"
Towering over her, he moved closer to her, his strong arms firmly braced on either side of her. His intense, dangerous aura felt as if it could crush her soul.
Although the room—designed as a three-bedroom, one-living room suite—was spacious, with him there, it felt so cramped and oppressive that even the air seemed squeezed out.
Olivia felt like she couldn't breathe. Her chest heaved, and her heart pounded wildly, as if it were about to burst out of her chest.
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. Then she replied, "I admit it—I came on to you first. I mistakenly thought you were an escort, so I offered to keep you. That was my mistake.
"But you're not an escort, and instead of explaining yourself, you went along with it. That's your fault. We're both at fault. Let's just call it even, okay? Please, just leave me alone..."
"You've already stolen my heart. So tell me, how are we supposed to call it even?" Julian said, his voice low and intense. "Give me your heart—that's the only way."
Olivia's heart skipped a beat. She glared up at him. "You're being impossible. I thought you were a decent guy. Turns out that was all an act!"
Julian replied without a hint of shame, "My wife's about to run off. Why should I bother pretending to be a gentleman?"
Olivia gritted her teeth. "Cut it out! I'm not your wife."
Julian raised an eyebrow. "You're not now, but you will be. Honey, don't even think about pushing me away."
Olivia shot back, "I already have a husband."
Julian replied, "I checked with your husband's grandfather. He's fine with his granddaughter-in-law marrying me."
Olivia looked at him, confused. "When did he say that? Don't you dare try to mess with my memory."
Julian responded with a faint smile. "I just told him that if I happened to fall for someone at this party, I hoped he wouldn't be mad. He said as long as I was okay with it, he had no objections.
"Oh, and your husband's on board, too. He said as long as I like someone, he'll support me, no matter who it is. That includes you, of course."