Don't Escape My Beloved Girl



Everett finished reading Olivia's information and moved his finger on the desk. Frank of the DF Company.

A fashion designer.

He closed his eyes and shut the emotions that was about to burst out.

Olivia was busy and didn't get off work until very late.

There was no one in the company, and it was very quiet.

She took the elevator directly to the underground parking lot, picked up the car keys and pressed them against the parked car, then walked over.

But after a few steps, aman came over and stopped in front of her.

"Miss Hadley, please come with me."

She had met this person before, and she was very familiar with him. It was Everett's driver and the driver who used to pick her up when she had been Mrs.Weston Half an hour later, the car stopped outside a European-style villa and Olivia got off.

The villa was brightly lit, and all the luxurious things in it glowed under the light.

Everett was sitting on the sofa in his casual clothes, reading a financial newspaper, and the light shone on his handsome face.

In an instant, Olivia seemed to see the scene two years ago when he came back from work and sat on the sofa.

Her heart suddenly ached, as if it had been pricked by a needle.

Everett looked over and saw the trance in her eyes.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

His eyes moved slightly and he said, "Sit down."

His tone was as indifferent as ever.

The emotion in Olivia's eyes disappeared.

She walked over and stopped three steps away.

"Mr.Weston, any orders? I haven't eaten yet. I need to cook after I go back."

Everett took his phone and dialed a number.

"Come and cook now"

Then, he hung up and looked at her.

His intention was evident.

Olivia clenched her hands and walked over to sit on the sofa.

This was their first official meeting in two years.

It wasn't an accident encounter, or destiny, or a show.

Olivia looked at him, but Everett kept reading the financial newspaper as if she was a stranger waiting for dinner.

Olivia frowned and said again, "Mr.Weston, if you got something to say, just say it."

This time, her voice grew louder and her tone became more serious.

However, Everett flipped through a page of the newspaper and continued reading, as if he couldn't hear it.

Olivia pursed her lips and stood up to leave. But then Everett spoke.

"You dare to walk out of this door? You know what I can do." Olivia froze.

The next moment, she turned around and sneered.

"Mr.Weston, do you need me to remind you that you have a flancée now?"

Everett finally looked at her.

"So?"

"Mr.Weston, it's bad if she misunderstands this."

She said it word by word, her tone extremely cold. Everett stared at her.

"You think I'll do something to you?" Olivia curved her lips.

"Or what?"

With that, she raised her wrist to look at the watch.

"It's ten oclock..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she stopped, because the person who was still sitting before her was standing in front of her.

A large shadow shrouded her, blocking the light and she felt her world darkened.

"You..." Olivia backed away subconsciously.

Everett approached her.

"What?"

His low, cold voice was attractive, making her heart beat faster.

Olivia smelled the familiar smell on his body and panicked.

She hurriedly backed away, but she kicked something and lost her balance, and fell backward.

She was frightened and grabbed the person in front of her subconsciously.

Everett frowned and hugged her, but fell on the sofa with her...