Chapter 179 - Quick To Adapt (1/2)

It has been a week since Olivia's hospitalization and she was at her wit's end from being cooped up in Notios Estate.

The same thing happened to Maxen as well. All week, Olivia would be done with her work first thing in the morning. She would sign and send the doc.u.ments back to her office by noontime, rendering the rest of her day for nothing but dilly-dallying around the Notios Estate.

Most days, she would find something to keep herself busy, for example, visiting her mini-safari in their backyard. It was actually a last-minute idea to bring back the life her mini-safari once had.

Knowing his wife's love of animals, Maxen thought it would be a nice diversion for Olivia to take care of her 'little ones', as she called them. That was why they went back to the animal shelter to borrow the injured animals.

The director happily lent them the animals, noting that the last time they did, the animals came back healthier than he expected.

Since Olivia was quick to adapt to her new schedule, by late afternoon, she was left with nothing to do, and that posed a big problem to Maxen because each day, Olivia would pick a room that she loved to redecorate.

At first, it was a nice way for her to relax, however, because his baby was an overachiever, what used to be one room a day renovation, turned into five rooms a day obsession.

By the rate she was going, she would be done redecorating the thirty rooms at Notios Mansion in less than a month, which was a good feat but that would render Maxen to find another activity for his wife.

Scratching the skin above his eyebrows, a helpless smile curved his lips as he watched Olivia's back. She was in his private study with Yana who was pushing a table to the direction Olivia pointed.

”So this is where my beautiful wife is.” Maxen stood behind Olivia and coiled his arms around her waist. The movement surprised her so much she jerked on her spot.

”Heeey, you're home early.” Olivia tilted her face to look at Maxen. The two pecked each other on the lips, stopping when the noise from the moving table ceased, informing them that Yana reached the destination she was told to push the table.

”That's all for today, Yana.” Olivia smiled at the little lass who then quietly left the room.

”Are you sure you don't want to switch professions? Looks like you have a talent with...interior design?” Maxen dragged the last words, unsure if he got the right word.

Olivia scoffed at what she heard could be a question mark punctuating Maxen's statement.

She knew how her husband worshipped her because just by looking at her unfinished work, she was far from having a talent in interior designing, what with all the furniture cramped, and lined up into the corners of the room.

She wondered if every room she reorganized looked the same. If yes, then she probably needed to call a professional to rearrange it back for her.

”Hmm. How about I take some classes first so it would hone my talent more?” she suggested, she didn't want to burst his bubble especially when he's just being a cutie pie.

”Nope. My wife is the best.” Maxen squeezed her in his arms, lifting her off the ground. Olivia squealed, filling the room with her tickling laugh.

”Put me dooown!” she protested when Maxen spun around. ”Maxen! We might trip. Oh my gosh. Stop it!”

Maxen didn't stop. He spun faster, doubling the intensity of Olivia's laugh. ”Ok, we're good.” Maxen gingerly laid Olivia down on the couch when he got dizzy with his own doing.

He slumped on the empty space beside Olivia, stretching his legs in a 'V'.

”This is from Emily. It's the list of the clues we found in Xandra's portraits,” he passed a folder paper tucked between his two fingers. ”We tried to search it one by one but the coordinates didn't make sense.”

Olivia eyed it. She really wanted to take a look at it but she was hesitant to do so. She knew how obsessive she could get sometimes with puzzles and problem-solving, that she was wary of herself getting too attached to it and ending up with nothing but a dead-end on Xandra and Wyatt's child. ”How about the one in Sir James? I saw those coordinates and it should be somewhere here in Nisia.”