Chapter 208 - Soft and Delicate (2/2)

The soldier stood in attention. He sent a salute on Maxen's way as the latter walked out of the room to fetch his wife.

After what felt like an eternity of misery, Lance guessed it should be about ten minutes since Maxen left the room. The absence of a clock in the room made it hard for him to know what time it was.

His toes scr.a.p.ed on the rubber mat and his fingers unceasingly tapped on the metal armrest. Even with the throbbing pain in his nether regions, what bothered him more was the crawling sensation he felt coursed along his limbs. He'd been in the same position for a long time and the longer he did, the more intensified the crawling prickles were.

Soon the door flung open, and Lance Go's breath hitched as his eyes landed on Olivia who strode in with her chin held high. Remorse gnawed his insides when his gaze met Olivia's and saw for himself how not a sliver of terror could be seen in her eyes.

Pulling out a chair for his wife like a true gentleman, Maxen gestured for Olivia to take a seat near the door, just in case things could get messy.

To his surprise, Olivia clutched on his arm. His eyes darted on her fingers wrapped around his arm. It was soft and delicate, yet she held onto him as if her life depended on it. As if her life depended on him.

Three creases formed on his forehead as he spoke, ”You can still back out if you want.” His voice was gentle and reassuring as if coaxing a child.

”No, I'm ok. I just want to sit with you. What if he escapes? At least I'm beside you.”

Maxen pursed his lips into a thin line. His eyes narrowed into a slit. He saw the gleam of mischief flash in Olivia's eyes, and he wouldn't be fooled by her honeyed words. He rolled his tongue over his teeth. He almost fell for her charms yet again. But since his wife was acting too cute beyond words, he let it slide. Holding out his arms, he uttered, ”As you wish.”

Olivia hooked her hand on Maxen's forearm, and the husband and wife strode to where Maxen sat earlier. He held the backrest of the chair for Olivia to sit on, but to his surprise, Olivia dragged him, and pushed him down to sit on it instead.

”Wha-what?” Maxen's mouth hung open, and no words came out of his mouth when Olivia's smile reached her eyes like a naughty little girl who had a long wish list for Santa as she sat on his l.a.p.

Coiling her arms on Maxen, Olivia nuzzled her head on his c.h.e.s.t. ”Nothing's better and safer than to be in my husband's arms,” she uttered.

A smug smile slowly tugged the corners of Maxen's lips. His c.h.e.s.t expanded with pride when Lance Go fought against his restraints.

”He's frightening me, Max,” Olivia shivered, burying her head deeper in his c.h.e.s.t.

Eh? Maxen raised a single brow. What's scary about a man tied up in a chair and looking almost as good as dead? But feeling her light form huddled up against his, Maxen's possessive nature reigned, especially when Olivia inched her knees up, afraid that someone would dare touch her.

His hand tightened its hold on Olivia. ”It's okay, I'm here,” he whispered in her ears, kissing her temple.

Peering up at him, Olivia pouted, her two index fingers touching together. She wondered if Maxen would grant her request.