Spoiling the Obsessed

Chapter 4: Don't Be Angry, I'm Not Leaving

Olivia got up and walked into the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, the bedroom door was pushed open.

When Damien Thorn's gaze swept over the empty bedroom and the untouched food container, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

She had fled.

She had actually fled again!

His fingers unconsciously clenched into fists, the malice on his body solidifying into ice inch by inch.

Damien turned around, about to order someone to go find her immediately, but the bathroom door was pushed open.

The woman had just taken a shower, her previously deliberately darkened complexion now washed clean, her small face glowing with radiance.

Eyebrows like distant mountains, almond eyes seemingly adorned with stars, a delicate and perky little nose, and lips of a soft pink color, not too bright or too pale, both tender and full.

Although she was wearing a bathrobe, her lovely and graceful figure was vaguely visible, like a newly matured fairy.

Seeing him standing by the bed, she was obviously startled and hurriedly tightened the bathrobe around her body.

The bathrobe belonged to Damien, and with his nearly six-foot-three height, the robe wrapped around Olivia's body already extended past her ankles.

This made the girl appear even tinier, like a little deer that had wandered into the city.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

Damien obviously hadn't expected Olivia to be there. The malice on his body hadn't had time to dissipate, but his body was already uncontrollably walking towards Olivia.

The distance between them grew smaller and smaller.

Damien's eyes were filled with awe, his gaze locked tightly on Olivia, as if appraising the food on his plate.

He saw his little morsel wrapping the bathrobe tighter, as if wanting to hide her entire self.

She was afraid of him.

Even after their intimate encounter, she still rejected him!

This realization made Damien's brows knit together, his ink-stained eyes devoid of any starlight.

Just as he was about to grab Olivia's wrist, the girl in front of him suddenly raised her arm.

Clean, soft, and slender fingers landed on his furrowed brow, gently smoothing it out.

"Don't be angry, I'm not leaving." A soft voice fell into Damien's ears. "Dami."

In an instant, the beast that was about to go berserk seemed to have been put on pause.

Damien gazed deeply at Olivia.

Seeing the man's malevolence instantly cease spreading, Olivia knew her performance just now had been correct.

Slightly relieved, she persisted, "Dami."

After softly calling his name, she took his hand. "You haven't had lunch either, right? Wait for me at the door. I'll change my clothes, and we can eat together."

The man's hand was large and dry, his fingers long and bony. When Olivia's gaze fell, she couldn't help but think of the news she had seen of Damien Thorn performing surgery on patients.

Back then, just a photo of his hand wearing gloves and holding a scalpel had gone viral online.

It was also these hands that, in her previous life, had been burned black and mottled in the sea of flames, yet had carved her bones, cut by cut, oblivious to the pain.

Terrifyingly extreme, yet also somewhat heartbreaking.

What exactly were his feelings for her?

Was it Damien Thorn who had dated her back then?

Was it Damien Thorn who had donated the cornea for her son's eye?

Olivia's emotions were complex.

However, the violent and cold man beside her obediently walked to the door and turned his back after being led by her.

Olivia came back to her senses and quickly closed the door, heading to the wardrobe to get clothes.

Her previous clothes had been torn by Damien, so she thought she'd just find a casual outfit of his to wear. However, when she opened the wardrobe door, she was surprised to see half a closet full of women's clothing!

On the left side of the wardrobe were Damien's clothes, in shades of black, white, and gray, monotonous and dull, almost all formal attire.

But on the other side, the colors were much more vibrant.

Mainly in shades of girlish pink, all the clothes still had their tags attached, and there were even underwear and bras!

She picked up a piece of clothing and found that they were all in her size.

Her temples throbbed. Even though today was the first time they had been physically intimate, how did Damien know her bra size?!