Back at the manor, Evander immediately found the medicine box and used a face pick dipped in the medicine to gently wipe the wound on Olivia's face.

She slowly closed her eyes and relished the thoughtful care.

Under the light, her skin was as white as jade, and her butterfly-winged eyelashes quivered slightly, casting a shadow on her fair face, and he couldn't resist bending down to kiss the wound on her face.

A tingling sensation spread from her face to her heart, and she reached out to push him away: "Are you sure you're cleaning my wound?"

He smiled and touched her forehead: "Saliva is the most effective disinfectant."

She was speechless, but his kisses came crashing down on her face and neck like a storm...

She was pushed to her bed by him, biting her lips, her voice trembling: "Evander, you... What are you doing? Didn't you promise to disinfect my wound?"

"Well, I'm doing a full-body disinfection for you, free for life."

“……”

Olivia felt as if her body had been split in two, but waves of joy washed away the pain. She was like a boat drifting in the sea, going up and down, as if drifting between heaven and hell.

When she woke up, there was no one around her, and she had to admire the good stamina of a beast that could still be so energetic the next day.

There was a clanging of POTS and pans downstairs, mingled with the shrill cries of servants.

She quickly got dressed and went downstairs. Looking in the direction of the sound, she was stunned by the scene before her.

The upright General Evander was standing in the kitchen with his sleeves rolled up and his apron tied, with a pot in his hand and broken bowls and plates under his feet.

You... What are you doing?"

Evander with a black line on his face: "I didn't expect frying an egg to be so damn hard than long-range shooting!"

Olivia was almost out of breath laughing.

"Don't laugh, or I'll kiss you!" he said angrily.

Sure enough, she stopped laughing.

He frowned, strode over, suddenly pinched her face and kissed her domineering.

"So you don't want me to kiss you? Huh?"

Olivia, blushing, muttered, "So many people are watching..."

When she looked up, she realized that all the servants had turned away obediently under Evander's intimidation.

She took off his apron and tied it around herself, and took the frying pan from his hand: "I'll do it."

She was about to pour out the burnt eggs in the pan when she heard him say, "That's what I fried for you to eat."

Olivia found it amusing: "Do you want me to eat it?"

He put his hand in his pants and said calmly, "I was just reminding you to respect your husband's work in the future."

"You're not cut out for cooking anyway. Don't show off and waste materials in the future."

"Who said that? I've been able to cook since I was a child!"

She tilted her head and squinted at him: "Then what can you do?"

He opened his mouth and fell silent in an instant.

It suddenly occurred to her that he had said he used to make salmon bibimbap, but he had not done it since his mother's death. This was the scar on his heart, and such Evander made her feel a little heartbroken.

She placed the burnt omelette on the plate, picked it up with chopsticks and put it in her mouth, swallowing the feeling of vomiting: "Well, the aroma of the egg mixed with the burnt flavor, this is Evander."

Seeing her straining to swallow, a glint of water flashed in his eyes, his fingers passed through her hair, held her head and kissed her hard. He swept the egg out of her mouth, still looking unsatisfied: "It tastes good, I'll fry it for you tomorrow."

She had black streaks all over her head. Was she eating the egg or her?

She pushed him out: "Wait for me outside, don't cause any trouble."

She touched her flushed cheeks, turned to start cooking, and after a moment, a pair of big hands reached out from her waist and took her around.

"Stop messing around."

"Olivia, I love you."

Her body was slightly stunned and she nearly poured out the egg, but fortunately he held her hand.

"Evander, I too... I like you."

Apart from being a bit rude, Evander is a perfect man, a young talent, good-looking, and always likes to spoil and protect her. How could she not be tempted?

But when it comes to love, she feels so heavy that she once thought she would never touch the word for the rest of her life. After all, she always thought she would follow her fate and marry Sterling, and live a life of mutual respect.

She was afraid of the sudden declaration, as her mother had said, love is a flood and a beast, once deeply trapped, unable to extricate itself, and her life had been so humble in love that it only ended in a dismal end.

Evander seemed to see through her mind and just gave her a gentle kiss on the earlobe: "It doesn't matter, I'll wait for you."

After breakfast, Evander took a phone call and left in a hurry.

Today is Saturday. Olivia originally planned to buy something to visit Delilah, but when she was leaving, she received a wechat message from Freya: If you want to know the truth of the matter, come to me.