Chapter 151

"Stop drinking, Uncle Atticus, you've had too much," Isabella said.

Atticus shook his head at her. "I'm fine, this little bit of alcohol is nothing. It's late, Isabella, go to sleep. I'm not leaving tonight."

Isabella frowned, but Atticus was an elder and had watched her grow up.

His usual authority made even her feel it was not to be challenged, so he didn't dare to interfere.

At times like this, she wished her uncles had a considerate girlfriend to persuade them, and help Atticus with his drinking habit.

But in the end, all she could do was urge him to sleep early, then she went upstairs.

Atticus had drunk too much. Seeing a blanket on the couch, he decided to sleep there and leave early the next morning.

Isabella and Olivia were both girls, and he was worried.

In the middle of the night, Olivia got up to get some water. She turned on the light and walked unsteadily towards the living room.

The light woke up Atticus, who was lying on the couch.

He had just fallen asleep and squinted at the slender figure getting water, thinking it was Isabella.

Remembering he had drunk too much, he hoarsely spoke, "I want a glass of water too."

Atticus' deep and powerful voice echoed in the quiet living room, almost making Olivia drop the glass in fright.

But thinking of Isabella upstairs, she swallowed and mustered the courage to turn around.

In the light, Atticus' tall and strong figure lay on the couch.

Atticus' features were deep and sharp, his appearance handsome and stern. Even lying there, he exuded an aura of unapproachability.

His custom-made suit was casually open, and the top buttons of his white shirt were undone.

The sexy lines extended from his Adam's apple to his collarbone.

This was a side of him Olivia had never seen.

In her impression, Atticus was rigid, serious, and even when she confessed to him, he meticulously analyzed the pros and cons.

This house was a gift from him to Isabella. Olivia had fantasized about encountering him here, but seeing him in person made her heart race.

She had known she loved Atticus since her teenage years, but she waited until she was an adult to confess.

The result was obvious; he didn't even take it seriously and rejected her.

She didn't dare tell Isabella the truth, that she had fallen in love with Atticus. She feared that revealing it would end their friendship.

"Water." Atticus' low call brought Olivia back to reality.

She hurriedly got up to pour another glass of water, squatted beside him, and held the glass to his lips.

The cool water flowed into his mouth, and Atticus drank it all in one go.

Just as he was about to tell Isabella to go back and not worry about him, he heard a gentle, caring voice. "Are you still thirsty?"

Atticus felt the voice was different from Isabella's, but his mind was too foggy to think, so he shook his head. "No."

Then he put his hand on his forehead and closed his eyes to sleep.

Olivia watched the scene, gripping the glass tightly to suppress her excitement.

Atticus was right in front of her, but she had never seen him drunk and unguarded like this before.

If she missed this chance, she might never have another opportunity to touch him.

She loved him madly; even if she couldn't have his heart, she was willing to have his body.

Just once, she was willing to pay any price to have him.

Fueled by alcohol and late-night impulse, Olivia gently put down the glass, her hands trembling as she reached for Atticus on the couch.

She undid his shirt while he slept, seeing his body for the first time.

He was a former soldier, with no excess fat, and his eight-pack abs were clearly visible.

At thirty-eight, Atticus was in the prime of his life, mature, charming, and possessing a steadiness and self-control that others lacked.

The thought of his future wife being someone else pained her.

If she could, she wanted to create the best memories between them.

She leaned in to kiss those lips she had longed for.

The next second, Atticus' eyes opened, and his large hand stopped her. "Olivia!"

The alcohol still in his system, Atticus' voice was thick and hoarse, but the anger on his face was unmistakable.

Olivia was startled. She hadn't expected Atticus to wake up at this moment.

She had planned to make love to him, then pretend it was a drunken mistake, even if it was just a one-night stand.

But she hadn't achieved anything yet when Atticus woke up.

Olivia was too nervous to speak, and Atticus didn't give her a chance to argue, flipping her onto her back. "What are you doing?"

If it were someone else lying here, would she also undress them and offer herself?

She was a heiress of the Smith Family, didn't she know how to cherish herself?

Seeing she had no intention of explaining, Atticus was even angrier at her indifferent attitude.

Atticus coldly released her, got up to leave.

"Don't go." Seeing him about to leave her again, Olivia panicked, grabbing his collar and pressing her lips to his.

She wanted to kiss him, to have sex with him; she didn't want to wait foolishly any longer.

She didn't believe that with her looks and figure, Atticus would still refuse. But Olivia underestimated his self-control.

Atticus dodged, but not completely.

Olivia's lips brushed his mouth corner, a light touch like a feather, quickly pushed away by him.

Atticus's large hand pushed her away, his voice deep and cold. "Enough, Olivia, you're only making me more disappointed in you!"

His eyes were as cold as ice under the light, freezing Olivia in place.

"Atticus, you're too much, you only bully me." Years of suppressed emotions broke out, and Olivia ran back to her room crying.

She shut the door, buried herself in the covers, and cried loudly.

How could he say that to her? What had she done wrong? He didn't like her pestering, so she learned to be sensible and not bother him. But he left for years without a word.

Now she didn't ask to stay by his side, just to make love and create memories. Yet he pushed her away and looked at her with such disgust.

She felt heartbroken thinking he was just taking advantage of her love to bully her.

'Atticus, you old man, I don't want you anymore!' Olivia thought to herself.