Chapter 261 - Power Over Him (2/2)

With the pad of his thumb, he wiped the white stain on the corner of Olivia's mouth and smeared it on her lips.

For a second, time stood still as their gazes met. He loved how he could see his reflection in her eyes, and he knew she was seeing herself in his as well.

Dipping in for a kiss, he hooked Olivia's arm around his neck and pulled her up, perching her on his l.a.p as the car zipped up the hill towards Notios Estate.

It didn't take long before the car halted to a stop, signaling them they had arrived in their destination.

Peeling themselves from each other's embrace, Maxen cursed under his breath when Olivia gave him a sweet smile as she zipped his trousers closed.

He hated it, how her eyes gleamed with arrogance, a statement that even when she was the one kneeling, she still held the power over him.

The two alighted the car as if nothing happened in the backseat the entire ride.

Maxen ushered Olivia inside the mansion in silence, walking a step behind her whilst his hand rested at the small of her back.

They were in the middle of the flight of stairs when instead of taking another step, Olivia took a step back, surprising Maxen.

”Fiona's the host in the Hope Gala,” she deadpanned. Her fingers tapped on the sling bag hanging on her shoulder.

”Okay? Is there a problem with that?”

”We'll see about that.”

”Baby, that was a one-time thing.”

”I'm not talking about that, but thanks for reminding me.” Olivia scrunched her nose, and she let out a huff to release her exasperation.

She had forgotten about that for months, tucking it in a folder hidden in another folder inside the recycle bin in her brain, hoping it wouldn't see another light of the day.

Thinking about it now, a smile painted her lips. She should be angry, but the image of Maxen's shaken form that fateful day flashed in her head in high-definition.

As if her smile wasn't enough, Olivia broke out into a fit of laughter, clutching her belly and shaking her head to erase the portrait in her memory, but ultimately failed, so she laughed some more much to Maxen's chagrin.

”What's so funny?” Maxen scratched the skin above his eyebrows. How crazy could his wife get?

One second she was cold as ice, and without blinking she turned warm as summer. This part of Olivia confused the heck out of him although he still loved her all the same.

”Nothiiiing,” Olivia snorted, shaking her hand over her face. ”I just remembered how funny you looked that day.”

”Why? How did I look?” He raised a single brow.

”Like you were about to shit your pants.” She grinned.

”What's so funny about that? Besides, I don't remember you laughing that day,” Maxen deadpanned and turned his back, leaving a giggling Olivia behind his track.

Sometimes he didn't know if it was a gender thing or cultural difference between him and Olivia, but their type of humor, rarely or perhaps, never matched.

Looking over his shoulders, a corner of Maxen's lips tipped in a small smile. He was partly thankful that the incident in the elevator with Fiona was a thing of the past, especially now that Olivia could make fun out of it.

Arriving by the second floor, Maxen waited for Olivia to catch up on him, his hands dipped inside his pants pocket.

When she was a step away from him, he pulled his hand out of his pocket and offered it to Olivia.

”Don't get me wrong, Max. You're not the problem. She is,” she spoke as she accepted his hand with a smile on her face. ”She could have denied that it wasn't her in the photo, but she didn't. That's annoying.”

Lacing their fingers together, Maxen brought it up to his lips so he could plant a kiss on her knuckles.

He then wrapped Olivia's hand behind his back and planted her palm on his stomach.

Linked by the h.i.p.s, they walked side by side along the hallway which led to their bedroom.

”Fiona's an actress, baby. Maybe she just wanted a brighter spotlight on her.”

”Fine. Fine. As long as she doesn't get on my nerves, then I won't give her the spotlight she was asking for.”