Chapter 149

Olivia shook her head after hearing this. "No, he just said we had no chance and left."

After saying that, she lowered her head with a bitter smile. "Yeah, besides the fact that our families wouldn't agree, the hope of us being together is almost impossible. How could a man like him ever like a little girl like me?"

Isabella frowned, catching the key point in Olivia's words. "How old is he?"

"He's thirteen years older than me." Olivia bit her lip.

This was also why she didn't want to talk about it with others. As soon as they heard about the age difference, they would immediately advise her to give up.

But she didn't want to let go. She loved him, which had nothing to do with age.

Nowadays, even same-sex love was accepted, so why couldn't he be a bit more flexible?

Isabella understood everything upon hearing this.

She understood that Olivia fell in love with the mature and charming soul of that man, but reality was also right in front of them. "Olivia, listen to me, thirteen years is not a small number. There's even a generational gap between you two. Not to mention anything else, just standing together, if people mistake you for father and daughter, can you really accept that?"

Their age gap was too big, and perhaps that man didn't want to hurt her.

But she truly admired Olivia's courage, who falling for a man so much older than her was already something not looked upon favorably, yet she bravely confessed her feelings, and even put her career on hold for several years for him.

Olivia's all-or-nothing courage was not something an ordinary person could do.

"I know, how could I not know what he's thinking." Olivia took a swig of her drink, unable to hold back her emotions. "But Isabella, I like him so much, as long as I'm with him, I don't care about these things. Why can't he just give it a try with me? If he dares to be with me, what do other people's opinions matter? I only want him, but he doesn't want me."

Seeing Olivia's eyes redden uncontrollably, Isabella suddenly remembered three years ago when she begged Daniel to let her marry Michael.

At that time, she was also so determined.

As long as she could marry Michael, she didn't ask for anything else.

She just wanted to see him every time she opened her eyes.

She and Olivia ended up on the same path, both unable to be with the ones they loved.

Isabella sighed softly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

She wanted to advise Olivia to give up, but she had been through the same thing, so she had no right to say that.

Olivia continued, "Why can't he accept me? I don't care about the age, but he always thinks I'm still young, immature, and don't understand anything. He's past the age of fooling around and just wants to settle down. He hasn't even tried to understand me, so why does he dare to say I'm immature? Is age the standard for everything? I don't believe it. I have to show him how serious I am about this relationship. Isabella, do you think we can end up together?"

Olivia drank too much, holding onto Isabella and pouring out her grievances, finally falling asleep on the couch with red eyes.

Isabella could actually feel that Olivia was truly in love.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have stayed single for so many years.

With Olivia's looks and figure, she was never short of suitors, but once she had someone in her heart, she couldn't accept anyone else.

She took a blanket and covered Olivia, feeling indescribably sad as she saw the tears still lingering at the corners of her eyes.

A relationship that wasn't accepted was destined to end without a result, and she and Michael were a typical example.

So, she couldn't advise her anymore, because she had experienced it by herself before she could truly let go.

After tidying up the table, Isabella went to the bathroom to wash her hands and then went to the living room to move Olivia to the guest room on the first floor.

Just as she walked out of the room, she heard a click from the front door, and the door opened.

At this time, Isabella could only think of a burglar.

But this was Whispering Pines Estates, the place with the best security in Evergreen City.

Even if it was a burglar, they wouldn't be bold enough to walk through the front door.

Just in case, she grabbed a wooden stick from behind the door and quietly walked over.

The door was pushed open without warning, and Atticus' deep and familiar voice sounded. "Isabella, it's me."

Isabella was stunned, quickly putting down the stick when she saw Atticus.

She walked quickly to the entrance to greet him, "Uncle Atticus, why are you here?"

Atticus chuckled and changed into a pair of slippers. "I saw the photos you posted and knew you were here. I was worried you might be scared staying here alone, so I came to check on you."

He said he came to check, but Atticus was actually worried about her emotional state.

After all, he had orchestrated her date with Emilio tonight, and Emilio had messaged him as soon as he left.

He had originally gone to Garden Villa to wait for her, but after waiting for a long time without seeing Isabella return, he was about to drive to the Brown Villa to find her when he received a photo from Isabella showing she had moved into a new house. So he turned around and came here.

They walked to the living room, and Atticus sat on the couch while Isabella poured him a glass of water. "Uncle Atticus, you don't need to worry about me. I didn't come alone; I came with a friend."

Isabella knew Atticus always saw her as a child, no matter how old she was.

He couldn't even feel at ease with her staying here alone.

But having to trouble him to come over so late made Isabella feel a bit guilty.

"That's good." Atticus took the glass of water and nodded when he heard she was with Olivia.

But he had something else he wanted to take this opportunity to talk to her about.

Putting down the glass, Atticus' eyes became more serious. "Isabella, I want to ask your opinion on something. I don't want to discuss this in front of your other uncles. It's just the two of us here, can you sit with me for a while?"

Isabella nodded, "Sure, Uncle Atticus, whatever you want to say, just say it."

Atticus was about to speak when he suddenly pointed in the direction of the guest room. "By the way, will our voices disturb your friend?"

Olivia was a guest after all, so they should be considerate.

Isabella didn't think it was a problem. She had closed the door when she left, and Olivia was so drunk that even thunder wouldn't wake her.

Besides, there was some distance between the room and the living room.

"It's fine, Uncle Atticus. The house has good sound insulation; she can't hear the conversation," Isabella said confidently.

Atticus nodded slightly, leaned forward, interlaced his fingers on his lap, and slowly began to speak, "Isabella, I'll get straight to the point. What exactly are you thinking about your relationship with Michael?"