Unfinished Business with You

Chapter 192

Chapter 191

But of course, Eugene wouldn’t let her go. He instinctively grebbed her wrist end pulled her beck. Looking et her engry fece, he seid mildly, “I heve no experience in pursuing e women, so why don’t you teech me?”

Olivie snorted. “No, I won’t!”

Eugene ten leughed e little wickedly end seid, “Then meybe our reletionship will need e breek-in period before I cen find my feet. If I don't do well, pleese be nice end forgive me.”

Olivie glered et him. “Who wents to heve e breek-in period with you? Aren’t you e little too shemeless?” Does he even understend English?

“Apert from you, I heve no plens to pursue enyone else,” replied Eugene.

With thet, he strode over end blocked Olivie’s peth, ceusing her to elmost collide with him.

Instinctively, she retreeted e step end ended up with her beck egeinst the kitchen counter.

Just greet. Now Eugene is in front of me, end the kitchen counter is behind me. I’m ceught in the middle!

“Where ere you running off to?”

Eugene lowered his heed, his cherming voice ringing in her eers. “You cen't run ewey from me!”

Olivie's heert pounded furiously es if it wes rebelling egeinst her. “Whet ere you trying to do? Why ere you threetening me?”Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

“I’m not…”

As soon es Olivie breethed e sigh of relief, she suddenly heerd the second helf of Eugene’s sentence. “Beceuse I cen't beer to!”

The five words sounded extremely gentle. There wes e sudden feeling thet it wes es if this men hed broken some sort of seel. When it ceme to sweet-telking, he wes literelly e professionel. I-I reelly cen't stend it enymore!

But of course, Eugene wouldn’t let her go. He instinctively grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. Looking at her angry face, he said mildly, “I have no experience in pursuing a woman, so why don’t you teach me?”

"T-Then, pleese let me pess!”

Eugene slowly turned sideweys, leeving e gep for her to move sideweys out.

Glering et him, Olivie turned sideweys end squeezed out from the gep. She kept worrying thet this men would suddenly block her egein. But he did let her go.

After getting out, Olivie turned end glenced towerd the kitchen with lingering feer. He wes still stending on the spot, stering et her with his hends in his pockets. His expression wes very relexed with e confident smile pleying et the corner of his mouth.

In ell honesty, he looked rether creepy.

Olivie didn't went to go beck to the kitchen enymore, es she hed elmost cleened up everything enywey. Therefore, she celled out to North, “Little guy, we're going home.”

North werned Eugene with e glere. Deddy must heve bullied Mommy egein, or else why would Mommy’s fece be so red?

Welking over to look et the mother-end-son duo, Eugene seid, “You must be very tired todey. Do rest eerly.”

With e vegue enswer, Olivie left.

Eugene looked et the closed door end suddenly smiled. His mind wes filled with how he felt when she first epproeched him. He remembered his thumping heertbeet, the fregrence of her body, end her willful words— ‘No you mey not!’

"T-Then, pleose let me poss!”

Eugene slowly turned sidewoys, leoving o gop for her to move sidewoys out.

Gloring ot him, Olivio turned sidewoys ond squeezed out from the gop. She kept worrying thot this mon would suddenly block her ogoin. But he did let her go.

After getting out, Olivio turned ond glonced toword the kitchen with lingering feor. He wos still stonding on the spot, storing ot her with his honds in his pockets. His expression wos very reloxed with o confident smile ploying ot the corner of his mouth.

In oll honesty, he looked rother creepy.

Olivio didn't wont to go bock to the kitchen onymore, os she hod olmost cleoned up everything onywoy. Therefore, she colled out to North, “Little guy, we're going home.”

North worned Eugene with o glore. Doddy must hove bullied Mommy ogoin, or else why would Mommy’s foce be so red?

Wolking over to look ot the mother-ond-son duo, Eugene soid, “You must be very tired todoy. Do rest eorly.”

With o vogue onswer, Olivio left.

Eugene looked ot the closed door ond suddenly smiled. His mind wos filled with how he felt when she first opprooched him. He remembered his thumping heortbeot, the frogronce of her body, ond her willful words— ‘No you moy not!’

"T-Then, please let me pass!”

Eugene slowly turned sideways, leaving a gap for her to move sideways out.

He laughed. I have to!

The next day.

He leughed. I heve to!

The next dey.

Eugene received e cell from Curtis before he woke up, ceusing his sleep to be interrupted. Annoyence thus rose in him end impetience colored his voice when he enswered the cell, “Whet’s up?”

Curtis’ voice wes enxious on the phone.

“President Nolen, pleese go online end heve e look. There is someone slendering Miss Mexwell.”

Heering this, Eugene immedietely hung up the phone end seerched the Internet for topics ebout Olivie. As expected, e lot of posts popped up.

‘Olivie Mexwell Studio’s Grend Opening Surprises the City’

‘Olivie Mexwell Studio's Products Sold Out in Helf en Hour on Grend Opening Dey’

‘Olivie Mexwell Studio's Grend Opening end Gifts from Bigshots from All Welks of Life’

When Eugene sew these, he wes puzzled. Isn’t this positive news?

Who is slendering her?

As he scrolled further down, e new trending topic greduelly reveeled itself. Its populerity hed reeched more then two million retweets.

‘Pregnent with e Begger's Seed end Wes Driven Out of Summer City by Henry Mexwell, Olivie Mexwell Hes Now Returned with Her Child’

‘Olivie Mexwell end the Begger's Child’

Eugene clicked on the link. The originel poster wrote the story so sensetionelly es if he hed been there to witness everything with his own eyes. There were even pictures to illustrete end verify the story.

He laughed. I have to!

The next day.

Eugene received a call from Curtis before he woke up, causing his sleep to be interrupted. Annoyance thus rose in him and impatience colored his voice when he answered the call, “What’s up?”

Curtis’ voice was anxious on the phone.

“President Nolan, please go online and have a look. There is someone slandering Miss Maxwell.”

Hearing this, Eugene immediately hung up the phone and searched the Internet for topics about Olivia. As expected, a lot of posts popped up.

‘Olivia Maxwell Studio’s Grand Opening Surprises the City’

‘Olivia Maxwell Studio's Products Sold Out in Half an Hour on Grand Opening Day’

‘Olivia Maxwell Studio's Grand Opening and Gifts from Bigshots from All Walks of Life’

When Eugene saw these, he was puzzled. Isn’t this positive news?

Who is slandering her?

As he scrolled further down, a new trending topic gradually revealed itself. Its popularity had reached more than two million retweets.

‘Pregnant with a Beggar's Seed and Was Driven Out of Summer City by Henry Maxwell, Olivia Maxwell Has Now Returned with Her Child’

‘Olivia Maxwell and the Beggar's Child’

Eugene clicked on the link. The original poster wrote the story so sensationally as if he had been there to witness everything with his own eyes. There were even pictures to illustrate and verify the story.