Mischievous but Princess 'Little Liv'

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Brixton told Olivia about her grandparents and that he had known her since childhood, but Olivia didn't remember a single thing about it but was happy that she also had a family.

While telling this, a nostalgic smile played on Brixton's lips as a childhood memory surfaced in his mind...

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While Olivia saw Brixton smiling softly like that, she couldn't take her eyes off him. After all, he looked incredibly charming at that moment.

But then she composed herself and, narrowing her adorable ocean-blue eyes while pouting and seeing Brixton with her innocent gaze, she asked Brixton, "Why are you smiling at me like that?"

Olivia looked extremely cute at that moment, so Brixton gently pinched her cheeks and affectionately said, "That's because, Little Liv... I just remembered something. Back in childhood, whenever I called you 'Little Liv,' you would puff up your cheeks in annoyance. You always insisted that you were not little—just Liv. You used to say that only your parents, grandparents, and mine were allowed to call you 'Little Liv'—no one else. But even then, I still called you that, and you would always give me the weirdest nicknames in return... like that one time you called me 'Little Mouse'!"

As he said this, Brixton's face lit up even more, and his smile grew wider.

Flashback…

A tiny four-year-old Olivia, holding a cute little teddy bear and dressed in an adorable mini frock, entered the Big and Lavish Lawrence Mansion, her chubby cheeks puffed up in a pout.

Seeing Olivia, Brixton's parents, who were sitting on the couch, smiled warmly and called out to her, "Good morning, Little Liv... Oh dear, why do you look so angry?"

Hearing Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence's voices, Olivia turned her attention to them. Pouting cutely, she walked toward them with a sweet smile and replied in her little voice, "Good morning, Uncle! Good morning, Auntie!"

Hearing Olivia's precious morning greeting, their hearts melted.

When Olivia finally reached the couch, Mr. Lawrence lifted her up and placed her on his lap.

But then, remembering their earlier question, Olivia's chubby cheeks puffed up again like little balloons, and with an innocent yet adorably angry expression, she complained, "It's all because of Brixie... Brixie is so mean!"

Olivia affectionately called Brixton "Brixie."

Hearing her words, Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence exchanged a knowing smile.

This was nothing new—Olivia would always pout whenever Brixton did something she didn't like.

And each time, Brixton had to go to great lengths to pacify her.

Mr. Lawrence gently asked little Olivia, "What did Brix do? Tell Uncle, and I'll punish him. How dare he upset our little princess!"

Hearing this, Olivia's face lit up with happiness. But before she could say anything, Mrs. Lawrence lovingly stroked Olivia's hair and said, "Yes! Auntie will scold Brixie too. How dare he trouble our Little Liv? Now, tell us what happened, sweetheart!"

Little Liv animatedly waved her hands while pouting and cutely huffing, "Uncle… Auntie… Yesterday, Brixie promised Liv that he would take her to the new park far away. There are new slides there! Brixie said we would go in the morning at 6 o'clock, but look… it's already 7 o'clock! Brixie still hasn't come to Grandpa's house. And if we wait any longer, the sun will come out… then how will we play at the park? Liv has to go back home tomorrow… then Liv can only come again in the next holiday. That's why Liv really wanted to go today!"

By the end, Olivia looked sad.

She loved being at her grandparents' house, but she had to return home.

Her daddy was coming to pick her and her mommy up today, as her school was starting in three days.

Hearing Olivia, Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence understood her disappointment.

They knew how much she loved staying in Washington.

But for now, they focused on solving her problem.

Mrs. Lawrence lovingly suggested, "Little Liv, Brix is still sleeping. He stayed up late doing his homework last night, so he couldn't wake up. Why don't you go wake him up yourself? And scold him properly while you're at it. Okay?"

Hearing this, Olivia widened her big Ocean blue eyes, puffed up her cheeks like a balloon again, and cutely huffed, "What?! Brixie is still sleeping? Now Liv won't spare him!!!"

Saying this, Olivia climbed down from Mr. Lawrence's lap, pouted angrily, and stomped her little feet as she marched toward Brixton's room on the second floor.

Seeing this, Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence chuckled, and even the maids and servants smiled at the little scene.

When little Olivia reached Brixton's room, she saw him still peacefully sleeping in bed. Brixton, who was 14 at the time, was completely unaware of the storm heading his way.

Seeing this, Olivia's anger flared up, and she quickly climbed onto the bed. Standing on top of it, she yelled at the top of her lungs, "Brixie!!! You're still sleeping?! Wake up right now! If you don't wake up, Liv will hit you!!!"

Hearing Olivia's loud yelling, Brixton, who had been sleeping comfortably, was startled awake. But he wasn't too surprised—Olivia always woke him up like this. Groaning, he covered his ears with a pillow and mumbled, "Why are you yelling so early in the morning, Little Liv? Let me sleep for a little longer..."

"Liv has told you so many times not to call her 'Little Liv!' If you call Liv that again, Liv will give you a weird name too! But before that, get up! You promised Liv that you'd take her to the park! If you don't wake up, Liv will push you off the bed!!!" Olivia huffed while hitting Brixton with a pillow.

Brixton, who was getting hit repeatedly, suddenly grabbed the pillow and yanked it away from Olivia, causing her to fall straight onto him. He caught her in his arms and pulled her onto his lap, gently saying, "Little Liv… I slept late last night, so I'm still sleepy. Let's go to the park in the evening instead. For now, why don't you sleep a little with me? Then you won't have to take a nap in the afternoon. Okay, Little Liv?"

Saying this, Brixton pulled Olivia into his embrace, then pulled the blanket over both of them and lay down with her.

Olivia pouted and hit his chest with her tiny fists, "You're so mean! Liv doesn't want to sleep! Liv wants to go to the park! You're bad! You don't take Liv to the park, and you keep calling her Little Liv even when she tells you not to! Now Liv will call you 'Little Mouse'—because you always hide in your bed like a mouse!!!"

Hearing this, Brixton panicked.

Olivia had started crying, and he couldn't bear to see her in tears.

For him, Olivia was a princess who deserved nothing but happiness.

Panicking, Brixton quickly sat up, held Olivia in his arms, and gently comforted her, stroking her head, "Shhh… don't cry, Little Liv. We'll go right now, okay? But first, you need to stop crying. If you cry too much, your eyes will turn red like a devil's… and then you won't look beautiful anymore. Devils aren't beautiful, but you are a princess. Do you want to look like a devil, Little Liv? If not, then stop crying!"

Hearing the word "devil," Olivia immediately stopped crying. She wiped her tears and, stepping away from Brixton, said, "Okay, Liv won't cry anymore. But first, promise that you'll take Liv to the park right now!"

Brixton smiled, nodded, and gently ruffled her hair, "Yes, we'll go right now. I'll just freshen up first, okay, Little Liv?"

Hearing him call her "Little Liv" again, Olivia, who was happy a second ago that they are going to stroll in the new far away park, pouted angrily, "Mean Brixie, you said it again! Now Liv will call you Little Mouse! And she'll tell all your friends too! Then everyone will tease you—Little Mouse! Little Mouse! Little Mouse!!!"

And with that, Olivia stuck out her tongue and teased him.

Hearing the new and weird nickname she had given him, Brixton was completely shocked.

He pouted and said, "What kind of name is this? I don't like it at all… Little Liv, just call me Brixie! And don't you dare tell any of my friends about this!!!" 

Olivia, enjoying his reaction, smirked and teased him again, "No, no, no… Liv will tell everyone! You are Little Mouse! If you don't stop calling Liv 'Little Liv,' then Liv will make sure everyone knows your new name. Besides, Liv is not small anymore, so stop calling me that… Little Mouse!!!"

Brixton sighed in defeat.

"Alright, Liv… I won't call you that anymore. Now, will you not tell anyone?"

Olivia gave a mischievous smile, tapped her tiny index finger on her chin as if thinking, and said, "I'll think about it!"

Seeing her act so cheekily, Brixton's mouth fell open, and Olivia laughed, closing his mouth with her little hands. "Close your mouth, Little Mouse, or a fly will go in!"

Brixton was about to say something when Olivia pushed him off the bed and said, "Now go freshen up quickly, or we'll be late!"

Brixton sighed, shook his head, and walked to the bathroom.

Flashback Ends…

Brixton was smiling brightly, reminiscing about his childhood moments with Olivia. But then, Olivia's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

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What did Olivia say?

How will Olivia react on Brixton's Revealation about Olivia giving him the nickname, 'Little Mouse'?

How will the meeting of Olivia with Her Grandparents go?

How will they react upon meeting Olivia?

Will Olivia get back her memories?

Will Olivia get to know about her parents' death?

To be continued...

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