Adrian had finally finished carrying all the wedding gifts and Olivea's belongings into his villa. Exhausted, he placed the last box in his bedroom. As he turned, he caught sight of Olivea lying on the couch, fast asleep. Her golden curls spilled across the pillow, her chest rising and falling gently.
Adrian leaned on the doorway, his lips curving into a faint smirk. Ah, damn… did I take too long? She must be hungry.
He opened the fridge, hoping to find something decent to serve her—but it was nearly empty. Only a bottle of sparkling water and a stale loaf of bread sat on the shelf.
"What the… Am I an alien? Have I really been living on bread and soda all this time?" Adrian muttered, shutting the fridge in disbelief. He grabbed his phone and quickly ordered a proper dinner online.
Nearly an hour later, the doorbell rang. He collected the delivery—chicken wings, pizza, and some sides—and laid everything neatly on the table. He turned to see Olivea still asleep. For a moment, he hesitated, watching her. Her face was flawless, her lips slightly parted as if she were dreaming.
"I never thought my rival from four years ago would have such a beautiful daughter," Adrian whispered to himself, his eyes lingering longer than he should.
Finally, he leaned down and gently shook her shoulder. "H-hey… Olivea, wake up. You need to eat."
Her lashes fluttered, and she rubbed her eyes slowly. "Mmh… what? What time is it?"
"It's nine already. Come on, I ordered food."
Olivea stretched and sat up, still half-asleep. She followed him to the dining table and her eyes widened at the sight.
"Oh wow… Did you just order chicken wings and pizza? Ha! Nice choice." She chuckled and took a seat.
Adrian, trying to act nonchalant, prepared a sweet coffee and placed it beside her.
Olivea frowned slightly. "Coffee? At night?" She tilted her head in confusion. "Wait… is this for me?"
Adrian smirked, sliding the cup toward her. "Yeah. Thought you'd like it."
Olivea blinked, then softened. "Well… thank you."
They ate together, laughter occasionally breaking the silence. Once they finished, Adrian cleared the table while Olivea sat on the sofa scrolling through her phone. Soon after, he joined her, sitting close enough for her to feel his warmth.
"So…" Adrian leaned back casually, "you're still a student. How do you manage university? Isn't it far from here?"
Olivea sighed, putting her phone away. "Yeah, it's far. But… if I hadn't married you, I'd probably still be staying near campus. It wouldn't have been a problem." Her voice carried a sulking tone.
Adrian chuckled lightly. "I still don't understand why your parents agreed to this marriage so easily."
Olivea looked down, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her dress. Slowly, she explained about her nightlife with friends, the clubs, the drinks—but also the truth: she wasn't the reckless girl her parents assumed she was. She knew her limits.
Adrian studied her quietly, admiration flickering in his gaze. Then, without thinking, he asked, "Have you ever had a boyfriend before?"
Olivea froze. Her cheeks flushed as her eyes locked with his. "Uhm… I did. But we broke up almost two years ago."
"I see…" Adrian nodded, about to continue, but Olivea cut him off with a nervous outburst.
"But—I'm still a virgin. I never… I never slept with him."
The room went silent. Olivea's eyes widened as she realized what she had just blurted out. Her face turned crimson, and she hugged a teddy bear tightly, wishing she could vanish.
Adrian was stunned. For a moment, he couldn't speak. His chest tightened, and he finally managed, "N-no, Olivea… it's okay. Really. That's… actually a good thing."
Olivea narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "What do you mean by good thing?"
Adrian scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "I mean—it's nothing bad. It's… admirable, actually. Ugh, never mind. Forget I said anything. I'll just… go take a shower first."
Olivea's mind spun wildly. Shower? First? She pressed her teddy bear to her chest, whispering under her breath, "Oh my God… Olivea, relax. He's your husband now. It's fine. Calm down."
Thirty minutes later, the sound of running water stopped. Adrian stepped out of the bathroom, steam trailing after him. His damp hair clung to his forehead, droplets sliding down his bare chest and sculpted abs.
Olivea's eyes widened, her face heating up. She squeezed her teddy bear tighter, whispering frantically to herself, "No, no, no… Olivea, stay still. Don't look. Don't—ahh, he's so hot!"
Adrian noticed her staring and smirked slightly. "Olivea? Don't you want to shower?"
She jumped in surprise, stammering, "Y-yes! I was about to. Uhm… where's my—"
"I already arranged your things in the bathroom while you were asleep," Adrian interrupted smoothly.
"Oh… thank you," she murmured, her cheeks burning as she bolted toward the bathroom.
Adrian, now in only shorts, sat at his desk and began playing a game on his PC. Minutes turned into an hour. He frowned, glancing at the closed bathroom door. "Hmm… why is she taking so long?"
Just as he was about to check, the door creaked open. Olivea stepped inside—her golden curls damp, her body wrapped in only a towel. She was humming softly, unaware that Adrian was watching.
Adrian's eyes widened, his breath caught in his throat. "O-Olivea…?"
Olivea froze, her eyes darting to his. Realization hit, and her cheeks flamed bright red. "Wh-what?! Eh?!"
The tension between them thickened, neither daring to move. The air grew hotter, heavier, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath.
Adrian clenched his fists against the chair, his heart pounding. Damn it… she's going to drive me insane.
And Olivea, clutching her towel tighter, could only whisper to herself, "Oh no… what did I just walk into?"