Chapter 162 - Not My Type (1/2)

To Olivia's surprise, Wyatt was waiting for her in the penthouse suite after she and Yana got back from their trip to her decoy apartment.

”Good afternoon, Commander. I haven't seen you in a while.” Olivia crossed her arms over her c.h.e.s.t, regarding the uniformed man.

”Prince's orders,” he kept his reply short. He pressed the elevator button and escorted Olivia out of the penthouse suite.

Meanwhile, Wyatt kept looking behind him, studying Olivia inside the descending elevator car.

”Sorry, I'm married,” Olivia showed Wyatt her fist, flipping her ring finger for him to see. ”And you're not my type.”

”Ha!” Wyatt scoffed. ”Wait… what?” He grabbed her hand, studying the finger. ”No shit. Is this for real?”

”Do I look like a liar to you? I may bluff, but I don't lie, Commander.” Olivia winced, clutching on her belly when a stabbing cramp created a dull ache in her lower abdomen.

”Hey, everything okay? That's your cramps, right? Here, keep it.” Frisking his pants, he took out a small vial with clear oil in it. It was Emily's eucalyptus oil that she made herself.

He always carried it in his pocket for Emily to sniff whenever she felt like it. Even after months since their break-up, he kept on bringing it with him out of habit.

For a second, Olivia saw sadness flashed on Wyatt's face before he schooled his features again—sharp and serious, just like a decorated commander that he was. She had an inkling he was reminded of Emily but she did not feel an ounce of compassion for the cheating man.

That's what he deserved: remembering the girl that got away until he takes his last breath.

”Thank you.” Olivia returned the vial to Wyatt who was reluctant to accept it at first.

It took a second before Wyatt accepted the vial, smiling ruefully at Olivia, his sight lingered on her for another beat before he had a eureka moment. ”OOOH!” he exclaimed, pointing a finger on Olivia. ”You got that hoodie from, Ollie?”

”Yes,” she replied, jutting her chin towards the open elevator door. Wyatt checked the vicinity first before walking side by side with Olivia, just in case something pops up around the corner.

They can never let their guards down, not when there was a faulty security system nightmare that didn't seem to get fixed no matter how many hours the security team poured over it.

Once they were inside the car, Wyatt, who was seated on the front passenger seat, turned his head to the back where Olivia was. ”That's a special hoodie that Ollie lost...what? 15 years ago?”