Chapter 158: Chapter 158

Flora lay on the person's chest, screaming continuously. Her trembling body couldn't stop, and the recent scare had indeed terrified her to the core.

"Miss Flora, are you okay?"

A gentle voice echoed in her ears, and Flora froze. Huh? Such a gentle voice... How could it be possible for the devil-like man to produce such a sound? Impossible?!

Flora suddenly looked up, gazing at the handsome and familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar face above her. The face carried a faint smile, definitely not Maxwell's; it expressed a caring concern, even less likely to be Maxwell's...

So...? Flora's heart skipped a beat, and she struggled to utter a few words, "Young Master Oliver? How could it be you?" Oliver? Wasn't he supposed to be in England? Why did he suddenly come back?

"Miss Flora, it's been a while," Oliver said with a smile, and the hand around her waist showed no sign of loosening. The two bodies were tightly pressed against each other, staring closely at each other from a short distance—gentle elegance meeting surprised astonishment.

Flora's startled heart gradually calmed down. Only then did she realize that their posture seemed a bit off. If Maxwell saw them like this, given his domineering and unreasonable nature, he would undoubtedly push her into the pool to drown.

With this thought, Flora extended her hand to push Oliver's chest, attempting to make him release her. The somewhat oblivious Oliver, however, didn't comply with her wishes. He continued to tightly embrace her slender waist, lifting her slightly. The fragrance of elegance wafted over her face as he smiled, "Miss Flora, why so nervous to see me? I'm not a cannibal."

Flora awkwardly chuckled a few times and pushed him with her hands again. Stammering, she said, "Second Young Master... can you please let go first... It's not good to be seen like this, hah..." Oh my God, what kind of people are these, always hugging and touching others without considering the other's feelings? Oliver is like this, and so is Kevin!

Oliver stared at her with a subtle smile, and he finally withdrew his hands from her waist, agreeing to her request. Upon gaining her freedom, Flora hastily took a step back, standing somewhat awkwardly by the edge of the pool.

Feeling uncomfortable under his burning gaze, to break the awkward silence, she forced a smile and said, "Second Young Master, just now... thank you for saving me."

This 'thank you' made Flora feel somewhat displeased. She could have fallen into the pool because of him, and yet he was the one being thanked! She thought to herself.

"You're welcome." Oliver shrugged indifferently, glanced at the chair near the pool with a serious expression, and said, "But be careful yourself. At least, don't move the chair so close to the water. You understand?"

Flora looked at his serious yet concerned expression, her heart moved, and she nodded hastily, "I understand." After not seeing each other for a few months, Oliver still cared about her, although the tone and manner of his concern needed improvement.

After another several seconds of silence, Flora, looking at the long-unseen Second Young Master, curiously asked, "Why... did you come back? Uh, I mean, why did you suddenly come back?" Wasn't he on bad terms with Maxwell? Didn't he want to come back? How did he suddenly return, and why did he almost scare her into the water? This kind of entrance was too dramatic!

"This is my home. Is there a problem with me coming back whenever I want?" Oliver responded with a puzzled expression.

"Well, yes." Flora nodded after thinking for a moment, feeling that she had asked a rather silly question.

Oliver looked at her and, with a hint of mockery, said, "Miss Flora, how have you been lately? It's heard that it was not too peaceful, huh?"

Flora awkwardly stuck out her tongue, "It seems you know everything. I've had a miserable life, so encountering such a perverted man, surviving is already quite an achievement."

Unaware of the sudden change in Oliver's expression, Flora continued angrily, "I suspect that man's mind got messed up by a woman's provocation, so he developed this abusive hobby. Whoever encounters him is unlucky."

"Enough!" Oliver suddenly interrupted her.

Flora, amid of her tirade, was taken aback. Only when she raised her head did she notice his unusual expression. She quickly retracted her neck, ending her words apologetically, "Sorry..." She wished she could slap herself hard.

Heavens! What was she saying? Even if Oliver and Maxwell were not on good terms, he wouldn't want to hear someone speak ill of his brother like that. No wonder his expression changed.

Oliver took a step forward, cupping her small face with his hands, staring intensely. "Miss Flora, do you think talking behind others' backs like this has any meaning? Or do you find satisfaction in venting your grievances or obtaining the life you desire through this?"

"No, it's meaningless," Flora forced herself to meet his fierce yet handsome face and replied nervously. Oh... she knew she was wrong!

"If you know it's meaningless, then don't say such tasteless words, hmm?" Oliver's expression softened with a hint of remorse. He released her face only after Flora nodded, then turned away, gazing silently into the distance where the water met the sky.

Deep in thought, Oliver seemed to be contemplating something.

Flora stole a few glances at him and then lowered her body, whispering, "Second Young Master, take your time to think. I'll go back to my room first." As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and hurried away.

Oliver watched her escaping figure, and the curve of his lips deepened. He seemed interested in her excessive reaction. He didn't stop her because there would be plenty of opportunities to meet again!

Lifting his leg, Oliver followed her toward the main house. Just as he reached the corridor on the second floor, he startled Chiyoko, who was walking out. Chiyoko unconsciously took a small step back, standing against the wall, staring at Oliver in amazement.

Even though Chiyoko had observed every move between Oliver and Flora in the garden, seeing Oliver face to face still made her heart beat rapidly. Technically, they hadn't seen each other for a year and a half, and today they finally met again! Chiyoko's gaze remained fixated on him, just like over a year ago, unable to break free.

"Oliver..." Chiyoko softly called, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes. Then, a bold move unfolded magnificently. Opening her arms, her slender arms circled his neck, and she tiptoed, falling into his embrace.

Her tears of grievance flowed uncontrollably into his chest. How could she blame herself for falling in love with such a handsome, perfect man? Could she be blamed for straying?