CHAPTER 114

  Olivia's POV

  I followed Christopher into the garden, my bare feet sinking into the lush grass. The morning sun warmed my skin, and a light breeze played with the hem of my dress. I tried not to think about how exposed I felt without underwear.

  "So, what's this mysterious talk about?" I asked, aiming for nonchalance but probably sounding more like a nervous chipmunk.

  "Patience, darling. Let's enjoy the scenery first."

  Right. Nothing says 'relaxing stroll' like wondering if your sugar daddy/movie producer is about to drop a bombshell on you.

  We wandered through a maze of perfectly manicured hedges, past bubbling fountains and beds of flowers bursting with color. I half expected to see a peacock strutting around to complete the 'disgustingly rich' vibe.

  "Beautiful, isn't it?" Christopher mused, gesturing at a particularly elaborate rose garden.