Chapter 93 - Treacherous Snake (1/2)
”What the f*ck are you doing to my sister!!!” Oliver's voice roared in the penthouse, shaking Olivia awake in her seat. But instead of looking doe-eyed scared, she grinned like a fool much to Oliver's chagrin.
Purple veins embossed his skin, and he felt every raging pulse that thumped in his body.
The truth was, Oliver rarely got angry. The times he did won't even exceed his fingers and toes combined.
But today, of all days, was the angriest that he'd ever felt.
Treacherous Snake.
That's how he saw Maxen who was wedged between his little sister's legs.
Their three decades of friendship flew out of the window the moment he saw his best friend—the one whom he called Brother—touching his sister.
”Step away from her, Maxen,” Oliver warned whilst taking slow and calculated steps closer to the kitchen, but Maxen turned a deaf ear on him, irking him more.
”Get a hold of yourself, Ollie. Let her cover up first, please.” Maxen held his hand up, halting Oliver from charging into them.
He peeked and saw Maxen's other hand busily buttoning up the shirt on Olivia to cover her up.
”Livi! Why the f*ck are you always n.a.k.e.d in your home!” Oliver hissed, removing his suit coat and throwing it over Olivia's legs. He never really understood why this sister of his enjoyed going around her house wearing little to nothing on her.
”You said it yourself, Ollie. I am n.a.k.e.d in my home. MY. HOME. Heck, I can do whatever I want. Now, if you could, please take a seat. Maxen here is cooking instant noodles for breakfast. Whatever you're here for could wait.”
Oliver cracked his neck upon seeing Olivia happily dangle her legs on the stool. Seeing her carefree amid all the chaos annoyed him and relieved him all at the same time. Slowly, his anger simmered down into small tiny bubbles.
Wiping his hands over his face, he sat on the stool next to Olivia. ”Since when has the Prince of Nisia become domesticated?”
”Since I met your sister.”
”Aren't we all f*cked?” Oliver sarcastically remarked whilst looking at Olivia. ”The world must have come to an end. The great Maxen Sui is finally settling down with none other than my sister who ran away from her wedding! Great. Just. F*cking. Great.”
Olivia snorted at her brother's little meltdown.
Snapping his head between Maxen and Olivia, Oliver sneered. In his thoughts, he wondered how could this slimy, sneaky snake pretend to know anything that revolved around the kitchen and how on earth his highly gifted sister fell for the guy.
Elbowing Olivia, he tried to smear Maxen's reputation and whispered, ”Last time he cooked was ten years ago, and he almost burned our apartment down.”
”What about you? When was the last time you did something for your wife, Ollie? Stop dissing Maxen because he's trying to feed me with preservatives.”