Chapter 83: I Didn’t Do Anything to You, Right?

Alexander had planned to sleep peacefully, but a certain someone seemed determined to ruin his night. Olivia clung to him as if her life depended on it, using her hands, feet—her whole body—to press herself against him, leaving no space between them.

Alexander’s throat felt dry. In the dim light, his eyes flickered toward Olivia’s sleeping face. This woman… Is she really asleep?

Olivia was, in fact, sound asleep, but how could Alexander possibly relax under these circumstances? With a deep breath, he pried her hands and legs off him. Frustrated by her unconscious squirming, he grabbed a rope and tied her up to keep her from moving. Then, without a word, he went to take a cold shower.

The next morning, Olivia groggily woke up and instinctively tried to stretch, only to realize she was tied up! What the heck is going on? Did I get kidnapped while I was taking a bath?

Struggling against the ropes, Olivia twisted and turned on the bed, making enough noise to wake Alexander, who had only just fallen asleep. Alexander opened his eyes slowly, his furrowed brows and dark circles clearly showing how poorly he’d slept.

Though tied up, Olivia didn’t let that stop her. She flopped and rolled around the bed with gusto. Alexander had lost count of how many cold showers he’d taken the night before. Just as he finally managed to get some rest, Olivia’s chaotic movements jolted him awake.

“Alexander, did you tie me up?” Olivia glared at him.

Alexander sat up and rubbed his aching temples. The fact that he hadn’t strangled her yet was a testament to his patience.

“Why did you tie me up? I even took a cold bath last night. It’s not like I was going to do anything to you…” Olivia muttered. Does he think I’m that desperate? she thought incredulously. Was tying her up really necessary?

Hearing her protest, Alexander raised an eyebrow. Without a word, he took off his shirt, revealing his arms and neck, both marked with visible scratches.

“Not going to do anything to me?” he asked, his tone cool.

The marks were the result of Olivia’s resistance when he had tried to pull her off him last night.

Olivia froze, staring at the scratches on his neck and chest, her mind blank. The door had been locked all night, and the only people in the room were her and Alexander. There was no way Alexander could have scratched himself like that….

“Did I do that?” Olivia’s voice dropped to a whisper. She vaguely remembered falling asleep in the bath, but she had no recollection of doing that to Alexander. How strong was the effect of that soup?

“I didn’t… do anything to you, right?” she asked hesitantly, though even she didn’t believe herself.

“What exactly were you planning to do?” Alexander replied, giving her a calm, indifferent glance.

Mortified, Olivia buried her face in the pillow. This is a disaster! I wasn’t trying to do anything!

Just then, there was a soft click at the door. Someone had unlocked it from the outside but didn’t enter. Instead, the sound of retreating footsteps echoed down the hall.

Alexander got out of bed, went to the bathroom to wash up, and changed into a fresh set of clothes. Meanwhile, Olivia, still tied up, could only wriggle helplessly on the bed.

“Wait! Aren’t you going to untie me?” she shouted after him.

Alexander looked at her—now fully tangled in the blankets from all her rolling. “Untie yourself,” he said flatly before walking out of the room.

Olivia opened her mouth to yell again, but the sight of her current state made her words catch in her throat. In her shock at waking up tied up, she hadn’t noticed one crucial detail. She wasn’t wearing any clothes.

Her face turned beet red in an instant. Even in my previous life, when I was hopelessly in love with Alexander, I never stripped this bare in front of him! And now, in this life, when I’ve given up and vowed to keep my distance…

Olivia buried her face in the pillow again. I want to die.