Chapter 6 Never Bring Up Olive to Trevor
Olive had changed so much, and she was only skin and bones now. This person was nothing like the woman from Trevor’s memories.
Olive used to love to smile, her eyes crinkling as she did. She used to call him “Trev” over and over again with that laugh of hers.
The rain suddenly started to fall outside. Trevor walked to the window and watched as the drizzle hit the glass. Then he called Gavin Olson, his voice as cold as ever. “Find out if Olive’s out of prison and where she is now.”
It was another bright and sunny day.
Olive stayed with Solana at the hospital for a while. To Olive, seeing Solana’s smile made everything worth it. As long as the latter stayed healthy and happy, that was enough for her.
Solana was Olive’s only reason to keep going–the only sliver of hope in her bleak life.
“Mommy, yesterday I watched a movie about a fairy tale Ms. Foster told me,” Solana said softly as she lay in Olive’s arms.
“Oh, really?” Olive asked with a smile.
“But the story was so sad. In the end, the princess faded away like mist.”
Hearing Solana’s tone full of regret, Olive couldn’t help but give a faint, bitter smile. All obsessions came from attachments, just like how she once was.
“Mommy, other kids have daddies. Why don’t I have one?” Solana looked at Olive with wide, sad eyes.
Olive froze for a second. Then, she pulled Solana close and kissed the latter gently on the forehead. “Your father was a hero and an amazing man. Even if he’s gone, he’s still watching over you.”
“Really?” Solana asked.
“Yes. Really!” Olive replied with a smile.
On the top floor of the Horton Group building in Torsville, Trevor looked down at the busy street below.
His reflection in the floor–to–ceiling window showed a face untouched by the past five years. Instead, time had only sharpened his striking features, making him even more attractive than before.
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
“Come in.” His tone was as cold as ever.
Gavin stepped in and hesitated when he saw Trevor by the window.
A sudden fear washed over him. After all, it was taboo to mention Olive’s name around Trevor.
And now, Trevor had asked about her.
hat
t was he up to?
ཅ ཆ ཇ ༴ ྃ བ ཐ ཇ ༀ ༴་ ན བ ཆ ་ ན བ ་ ད ༠༠ ་ ་
In five years, Olive had already lost so much. If this was punishment, it had been far too harsh. Before Gavin could say a word, Trevor turned around and fixed his cold, hard gaze onthe former. “Speak!”
She moved
“Ms. Swanson was released a month ago.
Ito Stratusville and is working as a singer at Reign now,” Gavin said. Trevor suddenly smiled, but there was no warmth to it. He said, “Well, she’s really gone places, hasn’t she?” He paused, then turned to Gavin.
“Get ready. We’re going to Stratusville.”
At those words, Gavin couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.
Even after all the pain she went through–her body broken and life torn apart–Trevor still refused to let Olive go.
Nights in Stratusville were always bitterly cold. Maybe it was because the city sat on the coast, but once evening fell, the sea breeze always brought a chill.
Olive sat in front of the vanity mirror, studying her makeup. The white skin–tight dress made her look even more forlorn, but thankfully, her hair had grown out. Otherwise, the ugly scar on her forehead would have been impossible to hide.
“Snowdrop, Mr. Dickmite said there’s an important guest tonight. He wants you to sing one more set.” Sylvie walked in with a big bouquet of roses and placed it on Olive’s vanity. “These are from Mr. Leicaster, who shows up forevery one of your performances. He said he’d like to buy you a drink.”
