Chapter 2

The car window slowly rolled down, and cold wind mixed with rain slanted in, landing on Olivia's exposed shoulder. It made her spine suddenly tense, and fine tremors crept out from deep in her bones.

This scene hit Robert like a bolt of lightning, striking hard in his mind.

He froze in the rain, pupils contracting sharply.

Christopher's aversion to women was an iron rule everyone in their circle knew, but now, at his own father's funeral—at Christopher's comrade's funeral—a woman was lying there in his arms?

Robert opened his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing several times, but he couldn't make a sound.

Raindrops dripped down from his hair, blurring his vision, but he stared fixedly at that nestled figure, even his breathing becoming labored.

The woman in Christopher's arms seemed startled by the cold wind. She restlessly burrowed deeper into Christopher's embrace, her shoulder giving a slight struggle.

Christopher's hand instantly gripped the back of her head, his fingertips pressing against her soft hair. With slightly lowered eyes, his voice was extremely low, carrying undeniable force. "Stay still."

The struggling immediately stopped.

The woman obediently buried herself in his embrace, revealing only a small section of her rounded shoulder dampened by rain mist, and the delicate curve of her jawline.

Robert stared at that familiar outline, his heart sinking heavily. In a daze, he found that profile somewhat familiar.

Doubts churned in his mind.

The woman in Christopher's arms looked like Olivia.

Her breathless voice from the phone call earlier still lingered in his ears, and now this figure's posture vaguely overlapped with memories of how she occasionally acted coquettish.

Robert moved half a step forward, rainwater running down his pant legs. His voice was tight, "Father, who's in your arms?"

Christopher, in the car, looked up, his eyes cold as if tempered in ice. His fingertips still rested on Olivia's hair, but he didn't look at Robert, only speaking indifferently, "None of your business."

This attitude was like a bucket of cold water, but it didn't extinguish Robert's suspicion.

He clenched his fists, his gaze fixed on the figure buried in Christopher's embrace. "Is it Olivia? She wore a black dress today, and her neck and shoulders here..."

Before he could finish, a very soft, muffled sound suddenly came from inside the car, like a woman whose voice was being suppressed, carrying a slightly aggrieved tremor.

Robert froze. This sound didn't seem like something Olivia would make.

Olivia, buried in Christopher's embrace, was kissing his chest.

She wanted to see how long this woman-averse man, Christopher, could hold out.

Christopher seemed to see through her thoughts. His fingertips lightly brushed over her hair as he looked at Robert outside the window, lips curving up with a hint of mockery in his tone, "Robert, whether your fiancée ran off or not, go find out yourself. Staring at my woman—are you trying to challenge your superior?"

These words hit Robert's weak spot.

No matter how suspicious he was, he didn't dare truly break with Christopher.

Christopher was his adoptive father who had raised him for ten years after his own father became a vegetable!

Robert never questioned his words.

But the suspicious points about that figure were like a thorn, stabbing painfully at his heart. He gritted his teeth, about to say something more, when he saw Christopher suddenly raise his hand, fingertips landing on the window control button.

The window slowly rose, completely cutting off Robert's gaze from outside.

Inside the car, the sealed quiet returned, leaving only their intertwined breathing and the faint funeral music from outside.

Olivia sat up, her fingertips drawing circles on Christopher's chest. "What a shame. Just a bit more, and he could have seen it with his own eyes. Tell me, if he had caught this scene, wouldn't his expression be even worse than when his biological father died?"

As soon as she finished speaking, her phone vibrated frantically again. "Robert" glowed piercingly on the screen, over and over, like the grim reaper demanding a life.

Christopher's face turned cold. "Get out!"

"Mr. Taylor, you were the one who wouldn't let me back out, but now you want to stop halfway—isn't that a bit unfair?"

Olivia's face was pure yet seductive, full of charm, but not vulgar.

She was a temptress Christopher couldn't control.

He didn't know what love at first sight was, but when Olivia burst into his car, soaking wet, his desire grew wildly.

But so what if she was clean? She was Robert's fiancée.

"Get lost, and I can still leave you some dignity."

Olivia looked down at her clothes, wet and clinging to her body, the front torn apart by Christopher.

When the car reached a deserted area, she got out, taking Christopher's jacket with her.

Olivia had just walked to the cemetery entrance, wrapped in Christopher's jacket, when Robert blocked her way.

He was soaked through, hair plastered to his forehead, eyes full of bloodshot red. He grabbed her wrist, the force almost crushing her bones. "Where did you go? Was that you in Christopher's car just now?"

Olivia shook off his hand, wiping her wrist with disgust. "Where do I go? What's it to you?"

"How is it not my business! You're my fiancée!" Robert's voice rose, drawing sidelong glances from nearby guests.

Eleanor walked up at just the right moment, gently pulling Robert's arm, her voice as weak as a breeze, "Robert, don't get so worked up. Maybe Olivia just ran into some trouble. Don't be so harsh with her."

Her words seemed to mediate, but her eyes hid a provocative gleam. She deliberately emphasized "fiancée" while purposely showing off the diamond ring on her wrist that Robert had given her.

A gift Olivia had never received.

Olivia gave a cold laugh, her gaze sweeping over Eleanor. "Ms. Mitchell sure knows how to play innocent. Those who don't know might think you're Robert's fiancée."

"Olivia, how can you say that?" Eleanor's eyes reddened as she stepped back, as if deeply wronged. "I just have poor health. Robert pities me, so he takes care of me a bit more."

Robert immediately protected Eleanor, turning to glare at Olivia, his tone full of impatience. "Zhiyi has a serious illness and doesn't have much time left! I just want to fulfill her wishes. Do you really have to be so petty?"

"Serious illness?"

Olivia sounded like she'd heard the biggest joke, but tears suddenly welled up—not from hurt, but from complete disappointment.

"Robert, do you take me for a fool? If she really had a serious illness, would she still have the energy to steal someone else's fiancé at your father's funeral? For her sake, you bought diamond rings behind my back, secretly booked a proposal venue, and now you dare say it's just 'fulfilling wishes'?"

She took a deep breath, her voice suddenly turning cold. "You're such a scumbag."

Those words were like a slap, hitting Robert hard in the face. His face flushed red as he tried to explain something.

But Olivia pulled out her phone and, right in front of him, called home, her voice clear and firm. "Mom, I'm calling off my engagement with Robert. A scumbag like this—whoever wants him can have him."

Robert panicked for a moment, reaching to grab her phone. "Olivia! Stop making a scene! Our engagement party is next week. If you call it off now, both families will lose face!"

"Face?" Olivia dodged his hand, her eyes full of mockery. "When you and Eleanor were doing those things, why didn't you think about face? I'm calling off this engagement, and no one can stop me."