Oops! My Escort Is A Mafia Don - Chapter 92: Chapter 92

Once the car pulled away, the crowd finally snapped out of it and started chattering excitedly again.
"Oh my god, that insanely hot guy actually came to pick up Olivia. I have to say, they look amazing together—he's handsome, and she's gorgeous. Seriously, total eye candy."
"They're probably just friends, right? If they were dating, he wouldn't have brought sunflowers."
"Who says you can't give sunflowers to someone you love? Sunflowers symbolize quiet admiration and unwavering devotion."
"Now that you mention it, the meaning behind sunflowers is actually romantic. That guy has feelings for Olivia, right?"
Everyone's attention was on Olivia and Julian; nobody even glanced at Chloe anymore.
Chloe stomped her foot in frustration and got into a cab, fuming. 'Damn you, Olivia. Always stealing my spotlight. This isn't over,' she cursed inwardly.
Julian didn't take Olivia home. He was heading back overseas the next day, and he'd be gone for two or three months. Before leaving, he wanted to spend a little time alone with her.
Olivia agreed. She asked him to drive to an old town on the outskirts of the city.
The place was a scenic tourist spot, full of beautiful views and rich in cultural heritage. Since it was the off-season, the town was almost empty.
The two strolled through the narrow alleys. They stopped to sample sweet treats from a local vendor and browsed through small shops filled with handmade crafts.
Suddenly, Julian grabbed Olivia's hand, gently pried open her fingers, and laced his fingers through hers. Then he brought their intertwined hands to his lips and kissed them before continuing to walk with her hand in his.
Soon, they came across a small church. In front of it was an enormous tree—so wide that even two people stretching their arms together couldn't reach around it. Legend had it that the tree had stood there for over a thousand years.
They stopped at the entrance of the church, and Julian quietly revealed the wish he had whispered in prayer.
Olivia hadn't expected him to pray—let alone for love. It was then that she knew he'd been dreaming of their wedding day—the laughter, the vows, and the life they'd share.
She shot him a look. "You don't seem like the type to place your hopes in God."
Julian grinned. "Normally, I don't, but people can change. When I really want something to happen, I pray. And if my wish comes true this time, I might just start believing in God."
Olivia was speechless. In her mind, Julian was putting the cart before the horse. She believed one had to have faith and devotion first—then ask God for their needs and desires—not the other way around like he did.
Then Julian asked Olivia to make a wish—that they would be together forever. With his insistence, she finally gave in. As she did, she slipped in her own silent prayer, asking for help with the mountain of debt her family was struggling to overcome.
Honestly, these days, whenever she prayed, she made a point of throwing in a financial request too. After a while, she couldn't help but ask, "Do you think your wish will come true?"
Julian replied casually, "I hope so. But if it doesn't, I'm perfectly fine with forcing you to marry me myself."
Olivia felt like something just slammed into her heart. A strange, tingly warmth spread through her whole body, making her pulse stutter.
But she quickly pulled herself together. Even if she and Dylan got divorced, she couldn't marry Julian. At most, they could keep things the way they were.
With all the debt her family owed, marrying anyone would just drag them down. She didn't want to be a burden to Julian.
She didn't want to be a burden to Julian.