Oops! My Escort Is A Mafia Don - Chapter 83: Chapter 83

Olivia reached out and ruffled his hair. "Be good, okay?"
Julian tilted his head up and leaned closer. "I want a kiss."
"If you behave, I'll kiss you."
"If you kiss me, I'll behave."
Olivia had no choice but to lean down and give him a quick kiss on the lips.
With a satisfied smile, Julian finally stood up and headed for the balcony.
As Olivia was wondering what he was up to, she saw him hop over the railing and jump down. Startled, she hurried over to look down, only relaxing once she saw that he'd landed safely.
After a while, Olivia also went downstairs for dinner. She saw Chloe in casual clothes, setting the table with a few maids.
Apparently, Dylan was worried people would find out he'd brought his mistress home, so he had Chloe pretend to be a maid.
Chloe seemed quite willing to put up with anything—still refusing to move out, even after all this.
The maids Dylan brought over were all from Wilson Manor. To avoid raising suspicion that might reach Morgan, Olivia had no choice but to sit beside Dylan at the table.
Just as she was about to take a seat, Chloe slipped behind her and deliberately pulled the chair away.
Julian strode over, grabbed Olivia's arm, and steadied her. He then turned to Chloe and said, "Since you like this chair so much, then stand there and hold it while we eat. You can put it down when we're done."
His voice was calm, but it carried a chilling threat.
Scared by his tone, Chloe shivered and instinctively took a step back. She was also intimidated by his intense aura and murderous glare and got goosebumps all over.
But then she remembered—this was Dylan's house and he called the shots here. That thought instantly gave her a boost of confidence.
She bit her lip, putting on a pitiful face as she turned to Dylan and said, "Honey, I didn't mean to. I just wanted to straighten the chair a little. How was I supposed to know Ms. Kaur would sit down so quickly without looking?
"Now the guest is blaming me. It's so unfair. Oh, sorry, that just slipped out. I'm so stupid. I guess I'm just too used to calling you 'honey' at home. I didn't even realize I said it..."
She covered her mouth, acting like she'd made an innocent mistake, while her gaze lingered flirtatiously on Dylan.
Being forced to play the maid had already left her feeling resentful. She'd pulled the chair on purpose, and calling Dylan "honey" was intentional, too.
She just couldn't stand seeing Olivia doing better than her. This was her way of quietly declaring that Dylan was hers.
Honestly, she really wanted to go public with her relationship with Dylan. Even if people called her a homewrecker, as long as Dylan loved her, she'd find a way to show everyone they were the real deal—and Olivia had come between them.
But Dylan didn't want their relationship exposed, so she could only pretend it was just a slip of the tongue.
Dylan's expression darkened, but he just offered a half-hearted warning. "Be more careful next time."
Then he turned to Julian, his tone a bit more respectful. "Mr. Hudson, she said it was an accident, and Olivia didn't fall. Let's just let it go, okay?"
"Olivia, what do you think?" he added before shooting her a warning look that clearly told her to play along.
But before Olivia could say a word, Julian suddenly kicked out in Chloe's direction.
Chloe let out a shriek as she was sent flying, crashing straight into Dylan's chair and knocking both him and the chair to the floor. The two of them landed in a heap.