Chapter 195 - Window of Opportunity (2/2)
Olivia cycled her legs under the duvet. Annoyed at how cuckoo she looked earlier, screaming bloody murder. ”I don't know how to face them tomorrow. That's embarrassing,” Olivia w.h.i.n.ed. She playfully bit Maxen's arm, but he didn't even flinch.
”Trust me. Everyone in the staff loves you. Well, except for the eternally cranky Abbott. That guy seemed to hate everything that breathes,” Maxen said. His c.h.e.s.t rumbled when a scowling portrait of Secretary Abbott flashed in his mind. ”Go to sleep, baby. I heard you will have a tour of the grounds tomorrow.”
”Okaaay,” Olivia replied with a yawn. It infected Maxen that he, too, yawned behind her. Good night, Max.”
”Good night, baby,” Maxen responded, burying his head on the back of her head, inhaling her apple scented hair.
Soon, their breathing calmed, and the couple were back to a borrowed time of slumber and rest.
Just like the other mornings, Maxen's leg jerked at five in the morning. Even with his disrupted sleep, he felt rejuvenated after his and Olivia's midnight marathon. He planted a kiss on her hair, squeezing her in his embrace before he swung his leg off the bed.
Today, he had a series of meetings, including one with their security adviser regarding Lance Go's possible whereabouts. Turning the shower on, steam filled the ensuite as Maxen's muscles relaxed under the hot shower.
He was lathering soap on his body when he remembered Wyatt's warning the last time he met his best friend.
According to Wyatt, they found traces of Lance Go in Rockaway Tower in the past weeks before the latter's disappearance. Add to it the files that the Intelligence Group dug up from Lance Go's computer, which was mostly details concerning Olivia.
If Wyatt's hunch was right, he warned Maxen of Lance Go going after Olivia once he gets a window of opportunity to come out from hiding.
This piece of information deeply bothered Maxen that he was so obsessed with finding Lance Go as soon as possible. The thought of the guy touching a hair of Olivia, or even coming near her, boiled Maxen's blood.
He punched his hand on the tile upon remembering how he exhausted all his resources to find Lance Go. Yet their search always came out empty or they often found themselves on a dead end.
Suddenly, an idea popped into his head and determination flamed Maxen's eyes. He quickly rinsed himself and turned the shower off.
With his hands braced on his h.i.p.s, Maxen stepped outside the frameless glass shower door with a purpose and that was to deliver Lance Go to his grave.
Olivia was still asleep when Maxen stepped out of the walk-in closet whilst fixing his cufflinks. A smile curved his lips at how Olivia slept like a baby. He strode towards the bed, and it dipped as he perched himself on the edge of the mattress.
He swept the loose hairs that covered his wife's face, tucking it behind her ears, and smiling at how Olivia slightly angled her face to follow his finger when it left her face.
He took one last look at her and nodded his head as he told himself that it would be best for him to stop spying on his wife. One more second beside Olivia and he surely would miss his scheduled engagement. ”I love you, Olivia,” Maxen whispered in her ear, kissing the shell of it before pushing himself off the bed.
He was midway to standing to his full height when he felt a tug on his sleeve. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Olivia smiling in her sleep. ”I love you too, Max.”