Move in and Live With Me

I was uneasy and sent messages to Oliver every day for the first few days, but he didn't reply to me at all. I called him during lunch break, but he never answered my phone calls.

Later, I had too much work to do and saw Oliver's post of his happy moments in the bar on Instagram. So I didn't bother him anymore.

Oliver had been abroad for many years, and we didn't contact each other very often. Besides, we were already adults and had our own lives to live. Perhaps he felt that people like me were not worthy of being friends with, so I gave up.

But I was inevitably disappointed.

Over the years, I had made a lot of friends, but I was in close contact with a few of them. Except for Charlotte, Oliver was the only one I kept in touch with after he returned home.

"Fiona."

I was lost in thought again and ignored Oliver's question. Hearing him call my name, I looked down and saw Oliver looking up at me with a faint smile.

I said without hesitation, "How could I forget you? Oliver, we met at the age of five. Now we are 25."

It had been twenty years.

How many twenty years could one have in his entire life?

Oliver's finger stopped on my leg, and his eyes looked calm. From my perspective, I think he looked very gentle.

He was lying on my lap and said in a slightly trembling voice, "Fiona, don't leave me."

I sighed sadly in my heart.

Tied by the iron chain, how could I escape even if I wanted to?

We were silent for a while.

"Oliver," I whispered to him, and he immediately looked up at me.

I hesitated and said in a low voice, "I want to go to the bathroom and take a shower."

Oliver was stunned. His long eyelashes flicked, and his face turned red.

Oliver was beautiful, with sparkling eyes which raised slightly at the corners.

His lips were thin, but their shape was beautiful. He had fair skin, and his flushing cheeks made him look more attractive.

I almost drooled.

When I stopped my fantasy, Oliver had taken out a small key and unlocked the chain for me. "There is a bathroom in the room. I'll wait for you at the door."

When I was about to nod, Oliver suddenly grabbed my hand and looked at me, saying firmly, "Fiona, don't run away."

As Oliver said that, he looked at the window covered by curtains on the wall meaningfully.

Oliver indeed knew me very well. He must have been impressed by my behaviors of climbing over the wall to play online games and look for food outside school back then.

I sighed helplessly and said, "Oliver, how many floors do you live on?"

He was stunned for a moment. "Forty-first floor."

"Do you think I can skydive or I am a Spider-Man?" I shook off Oliver's hand and saw that his eyes were a little gloomier, and then I said impolitely, "Get out now. I'm going to take a shower. I didn't wash my hair when we met yesterday. My hair is oily..."

Oliver suddenly laughed and said, "Fiona, do you need my help?"

His beautiful smile stunned me. It took me a long time to realize that he was flirting with me.

"Get out!"

I pushed Oliver out, locked the door, and turned around into the bathroom.

As soon as I entered the bathroom, I almost screamed out. The bathroom of Oliver's house was even larger than the bedroom I rented, and the size of the bathtub was almost as large as my bed.

This was Connellsville, a place where the housing price was sky high!

I sighed, taking off my clothes and stepping into the bathtub.

I had lived for 25 years, and it was the first time that I had used a whirlpool tub. It took me ten minutes to figure out how to use it.

As soon as the vapor spread in the bathroom, I suddenly heard Oliver's voice outside the door. "Fiona."

What?

I had locked the door. How did Oliver get in?

I got out of the water and stood up from the bathtub, but then realized that it was more dangerous to do this. So I sat down back into the water again and reminded him. "Oliver, I'm bathing."

"I know." His voice became a little deeper as if he was deliberately suppressing his emotions. "I put clean pajamas at the door, Fiona. Wear it after you finish."

What Oliver prepared for me was a long-sleeved yellow pajama with Cinnamoroll on it, and he even bought me new underwear.

After so long, Oliver still remembered my preferences so clearly. I was surprised and put on the pajamas. Then I went out.

5(b)

Oliver held a hairdryer and stood by the bed to dry my hair carefully. I turned around and saw that it was Dyson's.

Oliver's apartment seemed to be one of a rich person's. And Oliver was an elegant and arrogant man.

But I earned a salary of 1,400 dollars a month and wore a discounted T-shirt and a necklace worth 3 dollars which I had bought online. Standing here, I felt I was so incompatible with the environment.

This was not the first time I had felt inferior to Oliver.

Keenly aware of my emotions, Oliver pressed his lips and came to me. Then he gently hugged me and said, "Fiona, I like you.

"So, everything I have can be yours."

At that time, I didn't know the second half of the line he didn't speak to me.

"As long as you never leave me."

"Why do I want your everything?" I sighed and spread one hand to Oliver. "You should give me my phone first, and I have to fill in the resignation formalities, OK? And I have to reply to my friend's messages. If the landlord urges me to pay for the utilities, I have to transfer money to him."

Hearing my words, Oliver looked at me seriously.

"Oliver, you've quit my job for me. Well, I have been wanting to quit. I would also like to live with you. But, Oliver, you can't force me to do anything," I said.

Oliver stared at me with sharp eyes and said, "Fiona, don't push me."

"Oliver, don't push me, either."

We stared at each other and finally, Oliver compromised.

He wanted to say something but still didn't. Then he turned around to get my phone. Sure enough, there were hundreds of unread messages on WhatsApp in just 24 hours.

I left the company group chats, only picking out the urgent messages to reply to. When I swiped the screen, I found Timothy's messages and quickly ignored them. Then I replied to my mother, [Mom, I'm fine. I was too busy working today, so I didn't have time to check the messages.]

My mom didn't reply to me immediately. So I turned off WhatsApp and logged onto the game. Then I raised my head and kindly invited Oliver. "Wanna play?"

Oliver didn't speak.

Anyway, I started the island adventure with Oliver.

The chain that was used to tie me at first was still on the bed. I thought it hindered my movements and moved it aside. After two seconds, I grabbed it again and asked in a frightened tone, "Is it silver?"

It must be expensive. I thought it was iron.

Oliver nodded and said, "Yeah, 925 silver."

I was shocked and asked shamelessly, "Oliver, since you have already chained me up with it, can you give it to me?"

Oliver was speechless.

When I was talking to Oliver, we were killed by the enemy's rifles.

I was angry and was about to play another round when my mom suddenly called me.

I picked up the phone and heard my mother ask, "Fiona, are you off work?"

Thinking that she didn't know I had resigned, I felt guilty and replied, "Yeah. I was very busy during the day, so the director didn't ask us to work overtime at night."

My mom had no doubt about what I said and asked me what I was doing now.

"Mom, I'm having dinner at Oliver's," I hesitated for a moment and said. "Oliver has returned home."

"Really?" My mom was surprised and asked me to put Oliver on the phone. As soon as Oliver answered the phone, he changed his tone and said gently, "Hello, Mrs. Nelson! I'm Oliver!"

I didn't know what my mother had said to Oliver. While listening, Oliver responded obediently and finally said, "Don't worry, Mrs. Nelson. I will take good care of Fiona. Yes, I'm running a company in Connellsville now. Mrs. Nelson, when we are free, Fiona and I will come back to visit you."

After saying that, Oliver handed the phone back. When I held it, I accidentally touched the speaker button, so my mother's voice was suddenly amplified.

"Fiona, Timothy called me some days ago. He told me that he transferred his job back to Connellsville for you. You're not a kid anymore. I think Timothy is a good young man. Can you try to get back together?"

I swallowed nervously and looked up at Oliver silently.

Sure enough, the smile on his face had disappeared. His eyes were filled with coldness.

Oliver hung up the phone, walked to me expressionlessly, and bent over to stare at my face.

"I took Timothy home in a college summer vacation, so he knew my mom's number," I tried to explain.

But Oliver didn't seem to hear it at all. He raised the corners of his lips a little bit, put his hand around my neck, his fingers crossing my hair, and then held my head closer to him until we were so close that I could feel him breathe.

"Fiona." He sighed and kissed me in the eye. "You shouldn't have mentioned his name in front of me."