Page 66 of His Cruel Billionaire Scorecard

“Yes, you know…” Roman leaned in closer to Olivia, his voice low and husky. “You smell so good,” he whispered, a hint of desire in his voice.

Olivia chuckled, gently freeing herself from his grasp. “Well, I guess I can’t deny the power of a good perfume,” she replied, a playful glint in her eyes. “But honestly, Roman, I have no idea what got into me last night, agreeing to come to your place.”

“Chemistry, my dear Olivia. Pure chemistry.”

Olivia remembered the events with Scarlett. “Speaking of chemistry, I was pretty angry with you at that moment,” she confessed, her tone slightly serious. “I mean, Scarlett pouring hot chocolate on me in my favorite restaurant after confronting me about our relationship... It was quite the scene.”

Roman’s face tensed at the mention of Scarlett.

“Really? That happened yesterday?”

“I was pretty angry with you at that moment,” she repeated.

Roman’s jaw clenched; he wanted to shield Olivia from the fallout of his past, to protect her from any harm.

Sensing his unease, Olivia shifted in his embrace, her fingers tracing gentle circles on his chest. “It’s okay, Roman,” she said reassuringly.

“I knew what I was getting into, and I’ve made my peace with it. I understand where I stand in your life now.”

Roman buried his face in her hair again.

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up over it,” she said softly, turning to face him, her hand tenderly cupping his cheek. “We’re here now. Let’s focus on the present, okay?”

“What do you want to do today?”

“I feel up for anything, in fact—“ Olivia’s words trailed off as Roman’s phone buzzed loudly, interrupting their conversation.

He leaned over and grabbed his phone beside the bed stand.

“Go for Roman,”

His eyebrows furrowed in concern as he glanced at the screen, his expression quickly shifting from anticipation to disbelief.

“She did what?!” Roman hastily sat up in bed.

Olivia, still lying beside him, watched as his face contorted with a range of emotions.

“What happened, Roman? Is everything alright?” Olivia asked.

Roman’s jaw tightened, his fingers gripping the phone tightly. “It’s Scarlett,” he muttered, putting his hands over his face. “She’s gone to the media telling them our relationship is a fake one. This will most likely hurt my chances with Mr. Winston and boost Marcus’s and I’m sure she’s not done yet. I know her. She’s trying to tarnish my name, ruin my company.”

Olivia’s eyes widened in disbelief, her heart sinking at the magnitude of the situation. She felt this was all her fault.

She knew Scarlett was trouble; she didn’t figure she was this much trouble.

Taking a deep breath, Olivia reached out to Roman, her voice steady.

“You’ll get through this, Roman.”

He nodded, but his jaw was twitching–a sign that he was furious.

“You need to go, Olivia, this is not your problem to solve. Things will probably not.. remain the same like that. You should leave.”

Olivia’s heart sank as Roman’s words hung in the air. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing, the sudden request for her to leave, as if they didn’t spend a great night together and started with such a perfect morning. The harsh look on his face could not be the same as the one who woke up to her.

Hurt and confused, she fought back tears, struggling to find the right words to respond.

“But Roman, I thought we were in this together,” she managed to say, her voice wavering with emotion.

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