Chapter 160 - Some Concoction (1/2)

Olivia sprang up from the bed drenched in cold sweat, her hair sticking to her face.

She just had the worst episode of her nightmare to date.

Checking the clock, she felt helpless when it registered to her that she was just asleep for twenty minutes, yet it felt as if she was stuck in her nightmare for a full night.

She felt every second of fear she experienced in that dream, including the throbbing in her nose from hitting a step in the flight of stairs, and the pain of rolling down it.

Her hand flew to her c.h.e.s.t where her heart was drumming in a painful rhythm, she swore she could hear it in her ears.

For years, she ignored her nightmares, charging it to her subconsciousness taking over her brain activity while she's asleep. However, for almost two months after her rhinoplasty surgery, what she thought was some harmless nightmare was in fact a can of worms.

To make matters worse, it didn't make sense why she didn't have any recollection of that happening in real life.

In their desperation, they even went as far as doing a background search on all the present and past household workers that were employed by the Lin family, especially those who worked for her in England but found nothing suspicious, except for the death of her butler because of a burglary that happened while she was reportedly out of the country.

Soothing the creases on her forehead, she let out a sigh, helpless at what seemed like a dead-end case for her.

Left with no choice, she convinced herself that she had to live through her nightmares and she shouldn't let it deter her from living a normal life.

A few minutes later, she was able to gather her senses back, reaching for the glass of water on the bedside table.

She scoffed at herself for counting along as she drank a glass of water to quench her parched throat, making a mental note to try and hold back from that habit.

Looking to her side, she smiled upon seeing Maxen sleeping peacefully. She secretly loved watching him sleep. It was one of the rare occasions where he looked relaxed, unlike when he's conscious where he never stopped moving, always looking for something to do.

She saw him shiver when a cold air blasted from the air conditioning unit, so she pulled the duvet up to his c.h.e.s.t but was taken aback when his toes peeped out on the foot of the bed.

Scrunching her nose, she got off the bed and walked over to the edge, pulling the duvet down to cover his feet. However, she frowned when her eyes landed back on his exposed c.h.e.s.t.

She didn't want him to get cold so she walked to his side of the bed, and pulled the duvet up, yet again.

”Baby, it's fine. I appreciate the gesture,” Maxen mumbled with his eyes closed, linking his fingers with Olivia's, catching her by surprise.

”Are you awake?” she asked, even though she knew the obvious answer to her question. Maxen might fall asleep faster than the blink of an eye but he was in fact a light-sleeper.

”Going back to sleep now. Your laptop's in the drawer. Just do your thing here,” Maxen patted her side of the bed.

He had an inkling that Olivia would tire herself to sleep again—reading doc.u.ments or doing a bit of research on her laptop—that was why he brought it in the bedroom earlier while she went to sleep ahead of their bedtime schedule.

Lately, Olivia's sleeping schedule had gotten so bizarre he almost thought she might be pregnant but according to his math, her period should be coming any time that week.

Olivia kissed the shell of his ear, cupping his face as she fixed her gaze on his sleeping face. She was always thankful of how Maxen was perceptive to her needs. ”Thank you, Max,” she said, rubbing the pad of her thumb on his cheek which he playfully bit.

”Don't stay up too late.” Maxen kicked the duvet off his legs, he never liked blankets anyway. It was Olivia who loved to jack up the a/c and cover herself with layers of sheets afterward which he had grown accustomed to.

To him, he didn't need a blanket, because right beside him was his wife—his source of warmth and comfort. So he stretched his arms, reaching out for Olivia and lazily planted his hand on top of her belly. That'll do the trick.