Lor crossed the room in three quick strides, his feet silent on the wooden floor, and eased the curtain aside, fingers brushing the fabric as he cracked the window open, expecting—he didn't know what.
And then—
"Olivia?" he whispered, shock lacing his voice, his hazel eyes widening as he took her in.
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Hours earlier…
Olivia stormed through the threshold of her family estate, tossing her bag down without care, the leather thudding against the marble floor like a discarded thought.
Her footsteps echoed off the grand halls as she moved fast—too fast—barely greeting the maid with a curt nod before slamming her bedroom door behind her, the wood rattling in its frame.
Her jaw clenched, teeth grinding as frustration boiled in her chest, her light brown wavy bob swaying with each furious step.
She didn't get a moment with him.
Not even one.
Not during class, not after, not in the hallway.
