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Chapter sixteen

The Silent Treatment

Lucas

It wasn't fair. Every time I tried to get close to her, something would always happen that would push her ten times farther away from me. If it was any other girl I wouldn't bother. But Olivia had a hold on my heart that no one else could free me from, not even the way she tried to resist or push me away.

It wasn't fair that she left me out of what happened in her past. I don't know why she refused to tell me. Was she afraid that she had done something so irredeemable – and so unforgivable – that If I ever found out about it, it would end our relationship?

It seems to get worse anytime my father mentioned anything about her relationship with Kate. Speaking of my father, the man had to be getting on my nerves so much that I had almost come close to fulfilling the desire of punching him in the face.

Every word he said to Olivia felt like he was talking to me too. Every utterance of his against her, especially when he knew the kind of person I was, made my temper boil. I wanted to play the card of his infidelity almost immediately, but I held back. The only thing that bothered me was Olivia's silence.

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The next day I waited in the living room. I finished breakfast and Sebastian had made my cup of coffee. I would have left earlier, but I was waiting for Olivia to finish up so we could go to the hospital together.

“It's unusually bitter,” I remarked.

“You haven't even tasted it,” he said as he placed the cup in front of me.

I brought the cup to my lips and inhaled deeply before taking a sip. “It's bitter.”

“I'm sorry, shall I add some sugar and cream?” His tone was sarcastic.

I frowned at him, but he only seemed amused. “Do not turn the anger you had for your father yesterday, on me Master Lucas.”

“I apologize.” My gaze softened as I took the coffee.

“Apology accepted…now what seems to be the problem?”

“Nothing really,” I shrugged.

“Is that so?” he asked.

I murmured a positive response. I could hear footsteps leading to the living room.

“Good morning, Miss Olivia,” Sebastian greeted. “No breakfast today?”

“No thank you Sebastian, I'll have something at the office,” she replied. “Good morning and good morning to you, sir.”

I wondered why she repeated the good morning twice then I realized the “sir” was referred to me.

“Good morning, Olivia,” I replied, acting like I didn't hear how she addressed me. “Are you ready to leave?”

“I think I'll go on my own today, thank you,” she noted.

She was still fuming from yesterday's conversation. I could tell that my resemblance to my father wasn't helpful at all in this case. I would have insisted on taking her there no matter what but I knew there was no need.

“I understand,” was my response. “Be safe.”

“I will you too,” she replied.

I gave her a nod of approval, and she left for the hospital.

“That was rather strange,” Sebastian said. “If I didn't know better I would have assumed she was avoiding you or pushing you away.”

“Thank you Detective Holmes,” I rolled my eyes to express my frustration as I continued drinking my coffee.

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