Chapter 217 - Apple of His Eye (2/2)
”Hiiiiiisssss,” Maxen hissed and jabbed at Ollie, showing how much of a snake he was. He then dodged the pillow that flew his way courtesy of the latter.
”Okay, children,” Ava called the two boys out. ”Can we get settled in first? Finn needs to sleep. He's been throwing up the entire flight. Poor baby must have caught a bug.”
Everyone's eyes darted to Finn whose face was resting on Ava's shoulders. However, something glittery caught Olivia's eye.
”Are those?” she asked, sweeping a finger on Finn's eyelids. The glittery eyeshadow transferred to the pad of her finger. ”Oh. I didn't notice it the first time I saw him.”
Biting her bottom lip, Ava uttered in a hushed tone, ”It was a long flight and Finn got bored, so I let him play with some colors.”
”He did that? He's good. The blending is perfect,” Olivia commented, as a flicker of amus.e.m.e.nt shone in her eyes. She found it impressive how Finn didn't smear the eyeshadow all over his eyes as expected from a four-year-old.
”I know, riiight? I think he has a talent for painting.” Ava cleared her throat, unsure if it was really painting that Finn had a talent with. Her eyes shifted from Finn to Olivia, and the two shared a laugh when Olivia angled closer to her and whispered something in her ear.
”Or make-up,” Olivia added, covering her mouth when she felt a scathing glare behind her. She didn't need to ask who it was because Ava's irises mirrored Ollie in it. Did he hear what she said? It's not like she cared about Ollie's thoughts anyway.
She planted one more kiss on Finn's chubby cheeks and sauntered to where Maxen was standing, rolling her eyes when she passed by Wyatt who was cradling his daughter.
Once Olivia reached Maxen, he glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner of the room and took a shallow breath when the time read ten in the evening.
He scanned the room and couldn't help but feel the thick cord of tension you could cut it with a knife between Emily and Wyatt. Relieving Emily from the stress of being in the same room as Wyatt, Maxen cleared his throat and spoke, ”I believe it's bedtime for us guys. We'll see you in the morning,”
When everyone g.r.o.a.n.e.d in agreement, he ushered Olivia back in the master bedroom. He was glad that Ollie didn't put up a fight over the bedroom arrangements in the middle of the night and was civil to let the issue go.
Just as they reached their bedroom door, however, his big hand squeezed the side of her hip when he caught Olivia stuck a tongue out on Ollie who was growling as he climbed up the flight of stairs.
Maxen couldn't believe that Olivia had to rub it in Ollie's face that he didn't get what he wanted. ”Tch. Why do you have to be so petty, baby? Ollie will make sure you pay for taunting him,” Maxen said as they laid down on the bed. He spooned Olivia in a hug, but she twisted and faced him, her head tipping up to meet his gaze.
”He's the one who was petty. He didn't like to share a ride with me. See how he dodged my offer of going in together? Do you think he feels like he's babysitting if I'm seen together with him?”
Maxen shrugged. ”Could be. Or you could flex some muscles tomorrow and show him what you're capable of and grab as many investors as you can.”
”No interest towards other attendees. Anyhoo, I've already booked a room for us to speak with Ms. Chanel and Kostya.”
”Konstantin,” Maxen corrected her, slightly growling when he heard another man's name rolled out of Olivia's tongue. And Kostya, really? He didn't remember Olivia and Konstantin Ivanov's acquaintance was at a level where they could call each other with a nickname.
”Husband is jealous again and looks cute,” Olivia mused, planting a kiss on his chin. ”I just want to practice calling him by that name to get used to it. I remember him telling me to call him Kostya.”
”He said that because he likes you.”
”No, he doesn't. If he did, he would have confessed years ago, but he didn't, so stop saying nonsense, Max. Your jealousy is unfounded. And for all we know, he already has an apple of his eye.”