Chapter 189

"And besides, you know I'll be forty in two years. I don't want to talk about love anymore. If I really found a young girl, wouldn't that be ruining her?"

Atticus listed all his reasons.

Each one was a critical point.

At his age, he had experienced everything he needed to and was no longer obsessed with romantic relationships.

But these words couldn't convince Isabella.

To say nothing of Atticus's character and abilities, he was definitely one of the best men out there.

After retiring from the special forces, Atticus went into politics, with a strong sense of responsibility. Coupled with the Wilson Family's background and influence, as well as his own power.

If he really liked someone, he wouldn't let her suffer any grievances.

Moreover, he was only thirty-eight years old, with a tall and lean figure from years in the military, exuding a strong sense of explosive power.

Plus, with Atticus's handsome features and deep eyes, people would believe he was in his twenties.

How did he become a mediocre middle-aged man in his own words?

Isabella couldn't stand hearing him talk about himself like that.

Atticus was clearly a mature and charming man, the type young girls would like.

If he didn't find a pretty girlfriend, it would be a waste of his handsome face.

"Atticus, I don't believe you!"

Isabella saw through his real thoughts at a glance, "I think you're just trying to avoid being urged to get married, that's why you came up with this excuse. You have to know you're the eldest son of the Wilson Family. If you don't take the lead, my uncles will follow your example and not take finding a girlfriend seriously!"

Isabella spoke in a heartfelt tone.

These were the words Daniel often used to scold his sons.

She had heard it a few times and remembered it, so she could say it easily.

Atticus laughed in exasperation.

Isabella was so young, yet she was lecturing him.

But Isabella meant well, so he agreed on the surface, "Alright, I know. I'll find you an aunt soon, okay?"

"That's more like it."

The topic of urging marriage finally passed.

During their chat, Isabella asked about Daniel's situation. Knowing he was doing well, she felt relieved.

When Atticus was about to leave, he found that the fridge only had frozen food left.

Isabella didn't like strangers entering her private space, so the food in the fridge was still from the last time she bought it.

Atticus was worried Isabella wasn't eating well, so he thought of bringing her some fresh groceries the next day.

Then he left.

Isabella knew Atticus's temper and didn't stop him. After all, even if she tried, Atticus would still come.

Since he had the key, she didn't need to get up early to open the door for him.

That night, Isabella sat alone by the piano, trying out the melodies and moods that came to her mind over and over again.

It was already midnight when she went to bed.

So, when Atticus came over early the next morning to restock her fridge, she was still sound asleep.

When the doorbell rang outside, Atticus, standing in the open kitchen, frowned.

Isabella should still be sleeping at this time. Who could be ringing the doorbell outside?

In the two seconds he hesitated, the doorbell rang more urgently.

Not wanting to disturb the person upstairs, Atticus quickly put down what he was holding and went to open the door.

But the moment he opened the door, he never expected it to be her.

Olivia was wearing a short leather jacket that reached her waist, tight pants, and bright short boots, with shiny accessories all over her body, looking very trendy.

"What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?"

The two of them looked at each other and asked the same question in unison.

Olivia was shocked. Didn't he just come here yesterday? How come he was here early this morning? Did he sleep here last night?

Although this was his house, she remembered he was usually very busy with work.

Atticus often disappeared for months, even a year or two.

Why was it that recently, she kept running into him?

She had deliberately avoided him yesterday, but today she still ran into him.

Atticus didn't know what Olivia was thinking, but her expression was so rich that he could guess some of it.

"I came to bring some things for Isabella. I'll leave in a bit."

Olivia felt a bit awkward.

Why was he explaining this to her?

She didn't mean to drive him away, and besides, this was his house, wasn't it?

She was the guest here.

"Um, I didn't mean that. Is Isabella inside?"

Standing in front of him, Olivia was really nervous and could only use Isabella as an excuse.

"She's upstairs, probably still asleep."

"Come in, it's cold outside."

Atticus then realized they were standing at the door talking. He quickly stepped aside to let Olivia in.

Olivia pursed her lips and walked past him.

Smelling the cool scent on him, her face couldn't help but turn red.

Her heart was racing.

And all of this was seen clearly by Isabella standing on the second-floor staircase.

Usually, Atticus was cold to everyone, but he was so considerate and gentle in front of Olivia.

If it were someone else, he would probably just invite them in. He wouldn't stand at the door chatting.

Seeing Olivia's shy face, Isabella was sure she wasn't mistaken and suddenly had a thought.

Seeing Olivia walking upstairs, she quickly returned to her room.

Olivia seemed outgoing, but she was very innocent when it came to feelings. It was better to pretend not to know.

It would be bad if she got scared.

When Olivia was about to knock on the door, she found it wasn't closed tightly. Pushing it open, she saw Isabella was already up.

She bit her lip and asked, "Isabella, you're awake. Why didn't you open the door for me?"

Olivia's tone was very aggrieved.

"I just woke up."

Isabella looked innocent, "Besides, Atticus was downstairs. I heard him go to open the door for you."

She said this on purpose, then secretly watched Olivia's reaction.

She was secretly delighted. If they hadn't run into each other at the door this morning, she wouldn't have known that Atticus and Olivia could spark a romance.

But Olivia was thinking about how Atticus had rejected her when he took her to the film base last time.

She had finally decided not to like him anymore.

She didn't expect to run into him here two days in a row, both times unexpectedly. How could her heart take it?

"He is him, you are my friend. Besides, I came to see you. Running into Atticus at the door almost scared me to death."

Olivia made excuses for herself.

She desperately wanted to explain that she and Atticus were not close.

And she really didn't want to see him anymore. She had already thrown herself at him twice, and he had no reaction.

This time, she really wanted to let him go.

"Olivia, I know I was wrong. Don't be mad, okay? But I heard you two chatting downstairs quite well."

When Olivia brushed past Atticus, her face turned red.