Chapter 14

I woke up with my cellphone still beside me. I must have fallen asleep with it open, and there were even some random letters typed on the keyboard. Good thing it didn't send anything to Oliver. I found it strange, though, how clingy he seemed based on the texts he sent last night.

I fixed my bed and did my morning routine before heading out. I had no idea how he got my number, though. I didn't remember giving it to anyone.

I wandered around the entire house, but I got lost. The house was just too big, and there were only a few people living here, although they did have a lot of staff.

I stopped when I heard people talking in the distance.

"Did you get it, the information?"

I ignored the conversation and was drawn to the sound of a violin being played in the distance. It was beautiful, and the song was Canon in D, which I used to hear in Piano Tiles, a game I enjoyed playing when I had nothing to do.

I stopped in my tracks when I saw who was playing the violin - it was Oliver. Why was he here? I thought he was abroad. He stopped playing when he saw me and didn't continue.

"That's beautiful, you can play the violin too?" I asked. He didn't respond and just put the violin down on the side.

"Did you arrive earlier from abroad?" I asked again. I checked the time on my wristwatch and realized it was almost 10 am. Maybe he arrived early this morning, I thought.

I didn't even realize it was already noon when I woke up. I'm embarrassed cause this house is not mine but I woke up at noon. Unlike when I was at Estrella Village, I would wake up early. But that's because I didn't stay up late when I was there.

I stopped thinking when Oliver stood up and stared at me intensely. I swallowed slowly as he approached me. I couldn't help but avoid his gaze.

His piercing eyes, plus their color of his eyes, were captivating. Suddenly, he hugged me tightly, as if he missed me so much.

"You two get a room!" Oliver released me from the hug when a guy arrived.

It was the talkative guy I met last night when I was on the balcony.

"What are you doing here?" Oliver asked.

He quickly raised his hands, as if surrendering. "Woah, woah, you're getting angry already. I just wanted to see your fiancée."

I looked at Oliver, and he was staring intensely. But he didn't seem angry; he was calm, based on my observation.

"And why are you staring at me like that?" Oliver asked me.

I quickly looked away and returned my gaze to the newly arrived guy.

"Huh? Wasn't I staring at you?" I teased the guy, trying to get him to agree with me, hoping he'd get the hint of what I was trying to say.

"No, I caught you staring too at Christian." This guy is so... He didn't even get what I was trying to imply.

"Have you eaten?" Oliver suddenly changed the topic.

"Hey, you know, Anya, he came home early—" The guy was about to say something, but he suddenly tripped and fell in front of me. That's why he stopped talking.

"Let's eat, Anya." I wanted to help the guy who fell, but Oliver quickly pulled me away.

"Did he say anything to you when I wasn't around? He's my cousin by the way," Oliver said while we walked down the stairs.

"Nothing." That's true; he didn't say anything except for his nonsense saying about his handsome face.

"Are you sure?" I nodded like a child.

When we reached the bottom, Oliver's parents greeted us. His mother, Samantha, smiled at me, but his father didn't even crack a smile. I noticed that Oliver and his father looked alike, but Oliver was adopted. Maybe it was just a coincidence that they resembled each other.

"Good morning," I said to them, and they barely nodded in response.

"Let's go." I thought we'd stay there for a while, but we didn't. Oliver didn't even talk to his parents or greet them. I felt a bit awkward, so I followed him.

We were in the garden, and there was a lots of food. I got hungry when I saw all the dishes. The food looked really delicious.

"Are we eating here?" I asked him.

"Yeah," Oliver replied.

The surroundings were nice and peaceful, with lots of greenery and colorful flowers.

Based on what I've read, Craige Carter's son was supposed to be cold and distant. But now that I'm with him, he's completely different. He's not that cold, no actually, he's a really cold. Sometimes I still can't understand his behavior, because it's so unpredictable.

"Are you listening to me?" I snapped back to reality when he spoke in front of me.

"Huh? Were you saying something?"

"Tsk, just eat already."

I noticed that my plate was already filled with food, and it looked like he had served me while I wasn't paying attention.

"Aren't you going to eat?" I asked him, feeling a bit awkward because he was staring at me while I ate. We were facing each other, and it was making me uncomfortable.

"No, I'm done. I just invited you because you hadn't eaten yet."

I looked down a bit while eating.

What if he suddenly remembers that I'm the one who kissed him at the club? His hair was blonde back then, so I didn't recognize him right away. Now his hair is black.

"Have we met before?" I got nervous when he asked.

"Huh? I-I don't remember meeting you." He smirked at me before nodding, but it was clear he wasn't convinced by my answer.

I don't want him to remember that night. I'm the one who kissed him at the club! What was wrong with me that night? Why did I suddenly become so wild?