Chapter 187 - No Reservations (2/2)
After every meal, Queen Isla would join Olivia in Maxen's study. Olivia would then let Queen Isla sit on that special couch so mother and daughter-in-law could talk while Olivia would run her company on that small yet powerful laptop of hers.
”So, were you able to get your access in the Pyxis database back?” Queen Isla inquired, her eyes widened by the second as Olivia scanned the area for possible ears that might hear her words.
Seeing there was no one within the vicinity except the three of them and the three guards that shadowed them were probably standing outside the room, Olivia inched her mouth closer to Queen Isla's ears and whispered, ”Yhhes.”
”Ha! In your face, Rona. Can't believe she did that to you. I mean, why would she ban you from the organization when you haven't even gone rogue? What's her problem?”
”She said the Pyxis had cut ties with the Suis, and my marriage to one rendered my membership void, which is weird, never heard of them canceling a membership.”
”They did with me,” Queen Isla said and ruefully smiled. There was a hint of sadness in her eyes, and Olivia could see through it.
Across from her, the look of surprise was all over Olivia's face. She didn't know Queen Isla used to be a part of the organization, so she darted her gaze on Maxen to find some answers, but he just gave her a shrug as if telling her it wasn't his story to tell.
Maxen took that as his cue to excuse himself and leave the two ladies alone. He planted a kiss on the side of Queen Isla's head and rounded the table to plant a deep-searing kiss on Olivia's lips, sneakily parting her lips open with the firm muscles of his tongue.
”Heol! This guy has no reservations at all. Eating his wife's face in front of his mother,” Queen Isla complained and folded her arms over her c.h.e.s.t.
She wished King Alistair could see how his son behaved and see a ghost of his younger self. Who else would Maxen get that character but his father?
Olivia landed a soft punch on Maxen's toned abdomen, but he whimpered like a bullied kitten, hiding behind the back of his tiger mother.
”Are you leaving or not?” Queen Isla raised a single brow in his direction.
”I am. I am.” Maxen squeezed Queen Isla's shoulders and dragged his feet out of his own bedroom to give the two ladies the privacy that they needed.
A soft click of the door closing informed Queen Isla and Olivia that Maxen was finally out of the bedroom.
Queen Isla drummed her fingers on the table and pursed her lips, waiting for Olivia to fire her questions that plagued the latter's mind.
”So which question do you want to ask first, Livi darling? My past as a Pyxis member or the more fun part which is, Rona Co is my twin sister?”