Oops! My Escort Is A Mafia Don - Chapter 76: Chapter 76

Olivia was speechless. There was no way Dylan or his grandfather knew Julian was talking about her. If they had, they definitely wouldn't have agreed. Julian was setting them up—and they had walked right into the trap.
Julian leaned down and kissed her on the lips, his voice low and attractive. "Honey, find a time to divorce that jerk, okay?"
Olivia turned her face away. "Don't call me that, and stay away from me."
Julian shot back, "Your husband's mistress and I are both homewreckers. She gets to be that intimate with your husband. Why can't I be close to you?"
Olivia didn't respond.
"Honey, when are you going to get a divorce? Give me an answer, okay?" Julian pressed, not letting the matter drop.
Olivia still didn't answer.
Julian continued, "If you're not going to do it, I'll just go to Herbert and your husband and ask them to let you be with me..."
Olivia panicked and quickly stopped him. She said anxiously, "Don't do anything crazy. I—I just need time to think. How about we take a break? Once I'm divorced, I'll reach out to you."
In truth, she wasn't entirely opposed to being with Julian, but she was terrified he'd find out she was pregnant and ruin her whole plan.
Even if Julian had a high status—maybe even came from a political family—he still wouldn't be able to help her pay off her grandfather's debts. Families like his rarely had that kind of money.
Olivia's only leverage was the child. Through it, she could claim the Wilson family's inheritance.
Morgan owed her grandmother, so Olivia felt completely justified in taking the money. Once she got the inheritance, she could start a normal relationship with Julian. But until then, she couldn't.
Julian shot down her suggestion without hesitation. "I can't wait that long. I want to see you every single day. I missed you so, so much while we were apart..." And then he showed her just how much he missed her—with a kiss.
While Olivia was left breathless from the kiss, Dylan's voice suddenly came from outside. "Olivia, why did you lock the door? Come out. The birthday party is about to start. Don't be late."
Olivia dug her nails into Julian's arm, her eyes wide and misty with tears, looking at him pleadingly.
"What are you doing in there? Open the door!" Dylan's voice grew impatient, and he started kicking at the door.
Julian finally let go of her lips. A soft whimper slipped out of Olivia, and she quickly slapped a hand over her mouth.
"Olivia, what the hell are you doing? If you don't open up, I'm getting someone to break down the door!" Dylan shouted.
Olivia pinched her arm hard to keep herself from screaming before saying, "I was just napping. You go ahead—I'll be right down."
Dylan sounded suspicious. "Why does your voice sound so weird? Did something happen?"
Tears shimmered in Olivia's eyes as she said in a trembling voice, "I had a nightmare, and it scared me so much I cried. Let me calm down for a minute. I'll be right there."
Dylan scoffed, "Seriously? You're a grown-up—still crying over a nightmare? Pull yourself together and get downstairs." His voice faded into the distance.
Olivia finally let out a sigh of relief and lifted her hand, ready to smack Julian on the head.
But before she could, Julian stepped back. He pulled her into his arms and held her tight. Then he said happily, "I don't believe what you say.
"I trust the way you respond. The body doesn't lie—it always gives the truest response. And yours is telling me you like me."
Olivia's face turned bright red. She shoved him away, straightened her dress, and hurried into the bathroom to touch up her makeup before stepping out.
Just before leaving the room, she warned, "Be careful. After I'm gone, wait a little while before you head out—don't let anyone see you."
She was running out of time and couldn't waste it scolding him, so she hurried downstairs to the birthday party.
The event itself was simple: offer blessings, eat, sing the birthday song, blow out candles, and cut the cake.
After blowing out the candles, Herbert handed the knife to Olivia with a smile. "Ollie, help me cut the cake, will you? This cake is so soft, and these old hands of mine aren't steady. I might just mess it up. You do it."
Olivia took the knife and stepped up to the cake. She'd just eaten, and the rich, sweet smell of cream made her stomach turn. A wave of nausea washed over her. She quickly turned away, covering her mouth as she gagged.
Everyone turned to look at her.
"Ollie, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Herbert asked, clearly concerned.
An elderly man with gray hair in the crowd said, "That looks a bit like morning sickness... But I can't be sure just by looking. Let me feel her pulse."
Everyone stared at Olivia in shock.
Julian and Dylan's gazes were sharp and piercing. They rushed over at the same time, each grabbing one of Olivia's wrists, and demanded in unison, "You're pregnant?!"