Chapter 419

Even Atticus himself found it ridiculous. He was Atticus, after all. He'd faced countless thrilling situations.

How could he lose his cool in front of a young woman?

He took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and it took him a moment to find his voice.

"Look, I need to tell you something. You're still young. It's best to focus on your career for now. Love can wait."

In the end, Atticus couldn't bring himself to say he liked her.

Instead, he decided to subtly "warn" her not to be dazzled by a guy like Emilio.

He knew Olivia well. She had always been very proper, never involved in any scandals or romantic gossip.

As long as she focused on her career, no other man could get close to her.

But to Olivia, these words sounded like Atticus warning her not to harbor any illusions about him.

He was as cold as ever.

She let out a cold laugh. "Mr. Wilson, don't you think you're overstepping? I'm in my twenties, not a child. I know what I should and shouldn't do. Maybe you should spend more time thinking about yourself."

Olivia raised an eyebrow and glanced at Atticus beside her, her gaze landing on his stern face.

She hinted, "You're not getting any younger. If you don't take care of yourself, no one will want you."

But her words held little credibility.

None of the five men in the Wilson family were unattractive.

As the eldest, Atticus had sharp features, and his years in a high position gave him an aura of authority.

If he weren't so serious, no one would guess his actual age just by looking at him.

Perhaps due to his military background, Atticus was extremely strict with himself.

Even though he no longer needed to be on the front lines, he maintained his physique as before.

That time at Whispering Pines Estates, she had been dazzled by his abs and almost reached out to touch them.

"Am I really that old?"

Atticus instinctively opened the mirror in front of him and took a look. He was thirty-seven, in his prime, but Olivia's words had planted a seed of insecurity.

Olivia had just said it casually.

She didn't expect him to take it seriously. Seeing him frown and look at his own face, she was shocked.

He was Atticus. When did he start caring about his appearance?

"You-"

At that moment, the sound of car horns came from outside. The Wilson family's bodyguards had arrived.

Olivia swallowed the rest of her words.

Outside the car, the bodyguards stood respectfully. "Mr. Atticus Wilson, the backup car is here. Do you have any other instructions?"

Looking at Olivia, whose expression had returned to calm, Atticus sighed silently.

He had underestimated the efficiency of the Wilson family bodyguards.

He had planned to have a good talk with Olivia during this half-hour, but now he had to give up.

He unbuckled his seatbelt and said to Olivia, "Let's go. We'll switch cars. We should still have time to join them."

Graceful Haven Church.

Isabella and Emilio had bought tickets for the church halfway up the mountain and were ready to start their climb.

Emilio looked into the distance, a bit worried. "Isabella, should we wait for Mr. Atticus Wilson and Ms. Smith?"

After all, he couldn't deny his involvement in the car incident.

When Isabella had led him into the garage, her intentions were clear. But he had been too caught up in her sudden closeness to realize he had become an accomplice until it was too late.

Although he had only tampered with the car's engine a little, the car was moving at high speed, and no one could guarantee there wouldn't be any danger.

Atticus was his boss, and Olivia was Isabella's best friend.

If anything happened to them, he would regret it.

"They haven't shown up yet. I'm worried they might have run into some trouble."

Isabella reassured him. Atticus's car was modified to ensure the safety of its occupants in any situation.

So, no matter what went wrong, the most likely outcome would be the car stalling, but there wouldn't be any danger. She was completely confident about that.

"With Atticus there, nothing will go wrong. Besides, don't you think this is a perfect opportunity for them to spend time together?"

"It's rare to have a few days off. Stop worrying."

What Atticus and Olivia needed most now was face-to-face, heart-to-heart communication.

With the car breaking down, they would be stuck together, making this a rare opportunity.

As for the little tampering she had Emilio do, it was no big deal.

She stood up, tightened her coat, and prepared to head up.

Seeing Emilio hesitating, she couldn't help but grab his clothes and pull him along.

As they walked, she said, "Emilio, time waits for no one. Just listen to me today. Don't worry about them. Let's enjoy ourselves."

Emilio, held by Isabella, couldn't bear to pull away and followed her towards the entrance.

But neither of them noticed a man in a black coat standing silently in a corner not far away.

His eyes were fixed on Emilio and Isabella's intertwined arms, almost burning with anger.

That man was Michael.

Having barely slept the night before, he had planned to find a place to rest. But then he received a call from his mother, Stella, asking him to go to Graceful Haven Church to pray.

He hadn't wanted to go, but his mother said it was to pray for Isabella's safety and health, so he went.

But as soon as he arrived at the foot of the mountain, he saw this infuriating scene.

He had come to pray for Isabella.

But Isabella was here, holding hands with another man.

At this moment, Michael felt like a complete fool.

But since he was here, he wasn't going to leave.

Besides, he wasn't the one who should leave.

Legally, he and Isabella were still married. He was still her rightful husband.

Emilio was just an interloper.

So, Michael followed Emilio and Isabella step by step to the Graceful Haven Church halfway up the mountain.

As soon as they entered the church, Isabella was captivated by the giant ginkgo tree in the center of the square.

The tree was covered in red ribbons, each one a wish for love.

It was said that this tree had been planted by an emperor for his beloved concubine centuries ago, earning it the name "Love Tree."

Many people came here just to wish for a happy and fulfilling love.

Over the years, the tree had become covered in red ribbons, each one filled with wishes. When the wind blew, the tree seemed to be ablaze with red, making it a striking sight.

Next to the tree was a sign explaining its history and the guidelines for making wishes.

Emilio glanced at Isabella, his ears turning red as if he had thought of something.