Chapter 61: Chapter 61

"How are you feeling, mom?" She asked as she entered her room with a smile. It had been a week since her surgery, and she was finally discharged. Olivia felt like she could breathe again.

The last two weeks had been like a hell. Firstly, it was because her mom had had a complex surgery. Secondly, she came to know about Thomas's parents. She was sure that her intuitions were correct.

She looked so lost. Her mind was hurting from all the thinking she had done. She even put Thomas at a hand's distance. She did not know what to do. Looking at his face, she was reminded of the way he reacted when he talked about the driver.

Her mind was messing with her, and she knew nothing would be normal between them again--as if they already had a normal relationship.

"I am fine, my sweet love." She said weekly, but her eyes were smiling. She was lying on her bed as she looked at her daughter lovingly. She felt hurt that Olivia had to take so much responsibility at such a young age. She would turn twenty-two in a month. Other girls her age would not even know what to do in such situations when her mom would faint suddenly. Or when she would throw up all over her room which she had to clean. Looking over the house and earning money for themselves, she completely gave up on her studies just to pay their bills and have some food.

As a mother, she should have been the one to do all that. but she could not. It pained her.

"I am glad you are okay. I love you, mom." She put her head on her chest slightly and lay down beside her. She did not put her full weight. She was still weak. The doctors instructed them to take care of her a lot. She had so many questions she wanted to ask her, but she could not. She did not want to trouble her by asking about her father. She knew how much she loved him. She knew how much she loved him.

She was so young when she lost her father, but it was still difficult to think about the day she kept looking for him in the crowd.

She was performing with the other kids on the stage, but her eyes kept drifting toward the crowd. She had made him promise her that he would be there to cheer upon her. But he was not there. Her mom was there, but she wanted both of them to be there for her performance. She cried that day when she could not see him among the other parents.

She did not know it would be the first time she cried for such a trivial thing. She did not know she would not see her dad ever again.

The way Thomas talked about him wrenched her heart. He was her world, and he talked about him with such detest. She had not confirmed if her dad really was the person he was referring to, but everything was so clear.

He was a driver. He was going to her school event. It was years ago when it happened.

Everything cued to the same thing. Her mind had become numb from everything. She wished she had someone to share everything with. She felt like she would go mad.

She was lost in her thoughts as Amelia caressed her hair softly. It gave her a great sense of comfort. She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat.

Just then, the doorbell rang snapping her out of her tiring train of thought.

"Let me see." She said getting up when she saw the nurse going to see the door. She wanted her to only focus on her mom. Thomas had arranged a maid for her mom as well despite her protests. He reasoned that there should be someone to cook and clean so her mom would not have to worry about anything. She was hesitant to receive any more favors, but she found his decision to be good. Her mom asked her about it, and she said she had arranged it herself. She did not want her to have any thoughts regarding Thomas. But she could see her mom not buying her reason.

She sighed and opened the door mindlessly revealing Thomas. She was surprised to find him there.

“Thomas?” She asked with wide eyes.

“Olivia.” He said with a serious expression on his face. There was no hint of any smile or anything.

“What are you doing here?” She did not know why she asked that. It was rude of her, but she was genuinely surprised to find him there.

She received his text in the morning asking when she would be back. She had been living with her mom for the past two weeks. She spent a week at the hospital and was now at the apartment.

Her heart felt giddy after she received his text. It made her feel that he wanted her to be with him. But she shook those thoughts away as soon as they had appeared. She had no right to have such thoughts. There was nothing between them neither was there any place for such things to happen.

She had told him she would be there with her mom for a few more days. She was not the real wife to be with him or care for his house. Although she did not believe in such outdated gender roles, she knew she would sincerely do her responsibilities if the time required.

There was nothing between them for him to act like that toward her or even ask her when she would be back home.

He looked at her with a grim expression, “Hello to you too. Won’t you invite me in?” He asked her with a raised brow. Her cheeks flushed. She was still holding the doorknob and staring at him with a confused expression.

She cleared her throat and took a side letting him in. He went passed her and got inside. She closed the door behind him.

He turned around and looked at her for a moment making her more confused as to what he might be thinking.

“Nice outfit.” He said with a mischievous expression looking at her up and down. Her eyes widened as she realized what she was wearing.

She was dressed in nothing but a white tank top and boy shorts. That was usually what she wore inside the house when she was with her mom. She had to dress a bit modestly though whenever he was around her. It always made her uncomfortable to be seen that way by people who were not close people to her.

One of the reasons why she detested her job was because of the same reason. They made her wear exposed and skimpy outfits in front of all those people. She was not that confident in her body, but there was nothing she could do at that time. She was glad that her ‘job’ was lost.

But she was not so glad that Thomas was looking at her funny choice of outfit with amusement. She quickly darted for the door of her room with a word and a new, deeper, and darker shade of red on her cheeks. She did not even pay heed to what she was wearing before opening the door.

She quickly wore a shirt and also wore her leggings. That was the best she could find at that moment considering her wardrobe's mess. Amelia was ill and she was lazy after being back from her honeymoon and going through all the mental trauma in the past two weeks. She made a mental note to set her wardrobe later.

With a sigh, she went out of the room and found him smiling at himself making her frown. Was he that amused?

She cleared her throat again and gained his attention.

“Please take a seat.” He was still standing so she offered. He sat on the couch and tapped the space beside him. She chose to ignore despite knowing what he was implying.

“Olivia.” He called her name in a tone between soft and hard. She narrowed her eyes, but she found nothing except seriousness.

“Please sit. I want to talk.” He requested her this time, so she had no choice but to comply. He sure knew how to get her.

“Yes?” She asked trying to sound normal. He took a moment before speaking.

“Why are you ignoring me?” He asked making her almost let out a gasp. So, he noticed? She thought to herself. She had no explanation for the way her heart skipped a beat. He asked her so softly…

“Um?” She looked at him with a confused expression on her face. She tried to act as normally as she could, but apparently, that was not enough. He still sensed that there was something wrong with her behavior.

“I know there is something which you are hiding from me. I want you to tell me everything that is bothering you. Can you do that for me?” He asked with a heart-pumping smile. Was that even a term?

Anyway, her foolish heart beat hard. She did not even know why it was reacting that way.

‘Do you have feelings for him?’ She asked herself as there were no other explanations she could come up with at that moment.

She missed spending time with him. She felt strange after ignoring him like that. She waited and even anticipated his calls in that one week they were away from one another. She did not feel troubled for thinking she had to spend a year with him—well now, ten months.

But no! She could never-ever feel anything for him. It was not right.

Especially now that she knew that their pasts were connected in such a messed up and tragic manner.

Him and her—it was never possible.