Page 26 of His Cruel Billionaire Scorecard

“You were having a bad dream, are you okay?”

“What?”

“You were having a bad dream, are you okay?” She repeated herself.

He got up, feeling suddenly vulnerable at being seen like this.

“That’s none of your business,” he said roughly, which he regretted immediately.

“I’m sorry but I couldn’t just well leave you alone,” her voice now sounded plaintive and hurt.

“I didn’t ask you to.”

“What do you expect? Do I just see you and just leave you like that? Do you expect me to?” Olivia raised her voice, her frustration already at a fever pitch.

Roman was slightly taken aback before watching her with a fire in her eyes he had never seen before.

He couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“How is that funny?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh. Thank you for your concern Olivia, but I assure you I’m fine,” he said, his voice taking a sober edge now. “I have this dream daily, usually by this time of the year, but it’s nothing.”

“I wouldn’t call that nothing; it has you shaken up for a man like you,” her voice was soft now.

“Will you please tell me what’s wrong?”

“Okay,” he said with a sigh, sweeping his feet off the bed.

“It’s just that, there was a bad incident and my sister got shot-” Olivia looked thoroughly appalled now.

“I’m so sorry for being so insensitive.”

“Why are you sorry? It’s not like you had a hand in it,” Roman said.

“I need to step into the bathroom for a moment.”

“Of course, take your time, I’ll excuse you,” she said, getting up from the bed.

“And where will you be going?”

“I’ll be in the tiny living room. I have some work to get on with anyway, I haven’t compiled the reports, and the investors will need them by 2 in the afternoon.”

“But you can’t be working by this time.”

But she wasn’t listening; Olivia grabbed the files by the bed stand and disappeared from the room, walking briskly.

“Suit yourself,” Roman shook his head and stepped into the shower, letting the cold water penetrate his pores.

The shower must have been 15 minutes long.

When he turned off the shower, he peeked out the door into the semi-dark room. No, Olivia, as far as he could tell.

He toweled his hair and was toweling himself dry as he stepped out of the bathroom.

Since she was not here, he guessed it was okay to pad around naked and find a fresh change of clothing.

“Where’s that damn light switch?” He muttered.

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