Fit For Your Love (Olivia and Everett) novel Chapter 541

Felix paused and looked at his screen.

But as soon as he saw the name on it, his phone was snatched away.

Susan picked up the phone very quickly and said, "Brayden, I..."

Susan guessed that it was Brayden, but she didn't expect it to be true.

She picked it up quickly, but she didn't know what to say.

She paused.

Brayden paused a few seconds after hearing Susan's voice and asked, "Why did you do that?"

Susan froze. "I..."

Brayden said, "It was the first time Olivia had met you. She didn't hurt you or do anything wrong to you. Why did you hurt her?"

There was no anger and no hatred in his voice, but Susan's face turned pale when she heard this calm question.

"If you have any dissatisfaction, come to me. not to Olivia. She is not in good health and can't stand your torment."

Brayden hung up.

Susan covered her mouth and burst into tears.

She didn't want to do that either, but she couldn't help it.

She felt she was possessed.

Brayden hung up the phone. Then he made another call. "Book two tickets back to Paris tonight."

"Okay."

Brayden was standing in the living room. He didn't call or move, but his eyes were closed. He clenched his fists and his knuckles whitened.

He had thought that no one else could hurt Olivia except Everett.

But today, his friends hurt her.

Olivia came out of the shower. Brayden wasn't in the bedroom. Olivia walked out. "Brayden?"

Brayden was in the living room. He was standing outside the balcony and looked at something.

Hearing Olivia's voice, Brayden looked over.

But when he saw that Olivia was still wearing her old clothes, Brayden frowned.

She was wearing his shirt and sweater. She now looked like a child wearing adult clothes. The sleeves, clothes, pants were too long.

Olivia lifted the pants and saw him looking at her. She was a little embarrassed. "Do I look funny?"

Brayden's eyes were soft. "No, you are beautiful."

"Hmm?"

Beautiful?

Olivia looked up at Brayden, suspecting that she had heard wrong.

Brayden picked up her sleeves, rolled them up patiently. Then he looked at Olivia's clear eyes and said softly, "Yes, beautiful."

Her long hair was loose, and she was wearing a white shirt, gray sweater, and if she wore glasses, she would be like a teacher.

A gentle teacher.

This time, Olivia was sure that she heard it correctly. She pursed her lips and smiled. "I'm afraid you're the only one who thinks I look good in these."

Just as she finished speaking, she felt a wave of pain.