Are you worried about me?

At her house, Camile received a call from her in-laws and spoke nervously, "R-Really, madam? Livy didn't tell me anything tho. I didn't know about this."

On the other side of the phone, Nancy snorted. "Now you know that your nephew isn't even reliable. Didn't our plan fall apart?"

"That's impossible. Livy couldn't have done this on purpose. I'll call her later."

"The sooner the better. I feel that Arthur already has a lot of power behind him. The longer we finish this, the stronger he will become."

"But, madam, it's really hard to get into their house right now. Plus they're gone ..."

"That's your chance to think of a way. If I knew, why I needed you?!" Nancy snapped. "That kid never lets the slightest crack touch him, with everything he's been through he can't trust anyone, but I think he trusts Livy."

Camile bit her nail.

"If you want to contact Livy, call her now. Find a way to get her on your side. Don't miss this again." Nancy lowered her voice. "That's it, I'll give you five days."

"O-Okay, I'll call her." Camile sighed and hung up the phone.

Brenda happened to hear this and asked, "Mom, is it true that Livy and that man went on their honeymoon abroad?"

"Now that you know, what's the point of asking again?" Camile was angry with her.

Brenda had never been scolded by her mother very often, but lately her mother had always been. "Mom, it's not my fault. Why are you mad at me?"

"Then is it my fault?" Camile glared at her. "If you had accepted this match-up from the start, everything would have been fine! We'd have gotten that man's inheritance!"

At that time Brenda refused an arranged marriage because she thought Arthur was an ugly and fat old man, moreover he was disabled. She did not expect that Arthur would be such a handsome and charming man. Even if he has a disability, it was only in his eyes, no big deal else.

She was sure her mother had no idea about this either. If her mother knew, she would push her harder to accept him.

"If I accept the arranged marriage, what will you do? You will sell me to become a widow? You say he will die soon!" Brenda remembered about this and got angry.

"What's the problem with being a widow if you have a lot of money? My intention to get you married is to get his property when he dies, it will improve our lives."

Brenda's expression was still bad.

Camile's voice softened, "Honey, you must be tired of this poor life, right? Look at Livy. She's only been his wife for a while and she's gone abroad. Imagine what perks you would get if you were in her position?"

Brenda regretted it too, and she hated Livy even more for this. "But, Mom—"

"Okay, forget about that." Camille stroked her daugher's hair. "Now what we need is to make Livy believe in us and do what we ask."

Brenda sighed. "What's your goal? Who are you talking to?"

"That's Mrs. Finnegan, Arthur's stepmother."

Oh.

Brenda knew the woman, she had seen her at Livy's wedding.

"She also has the same goals as us and she asks for our help. She just wants all the company's assets to fall into the hands of her legal biological son with her husband, besides that she will divide us if we can make it happen." Camile explained.

Oh. Sly woman.

"But, Mom, what if she lies to us? What if she just take advantage of us and then throw us away?" Brenda was worried.

"What are you afraid of? We have all the evidence of her conversation and other. If she breaks her promise, we can break it down and she will soon fall. You think everything she did was with her husband's approval? That woman also instigated her husband to humiliate his first son. So we have the lady's ace."

"Mom, you are so smart!"

"So do you want to help me? Be nice to Livy, it's only for our purposes. Come on. Please." Camile's expression softened, she really had no other choice.

Brenda was a little hesitant, but she also wanted this goal to be achieved and she could live in peace and money. "All right. I'll call her later."

"Good girl. Find a way to get you the bus to stay there, ok? That's where we'll start planning."

"Okay!"

They embraced each other in satisfaction.

In the luxurious presidential suite, Livy had just finished washing herself. Without knowing what foul intentions her aunt had behind her, she hummed after coming out of the bathroom. She felt more refreshed after scrubbing her body with soap and had almost forgotten about other things. But her footsteps immediately stopped when she saw Arthur was fast asleep.

That was true. There was still Arthur here.

They were in one room.

Livy didn't know if the man was really sleeping or not, but even though he was faking it, she didn't want to bother him. So she did everything slowly so as not to make the slightest sound.

Nervously, she rubbed her wet hair, but her eyes didn't leave Arthur's calm and peaceful face. Unable to bear the other party's good looks, she bit her lip, felt like touching the man's cheek. The image where their naked bodies fused with hot passion smoldering in every stream of blood, Livy felt that something between her thighs was violently twitching.

Oh my God, what are you thinking, Livy?! How can you be so perverted! Shit!

It was just a dream! Not real! Stop that dirty mind of yours!

Luckily, a knock on the door saved Livy from her hot dream fantasy. As quick as lightning she headed to the door and opened it, she found a waiter carrying a trolley of food.

The waiter wanted to take the trolley inside, but she hastily stopped her, "Wait a minute. Let me carry it inside. You may go. I will call you again when the food is finished."

The waiter hesitated a bit, but finally agreed.

After the waiter left, Livy pushed the trolley in as quietly as possible until it didn't make the slightest sound. But even though she was very careful the man still woke up. She saw Arthur open his eyes and immediately sat down.

'Aren't you sleeping, huh? Am I too loud that you wake up?'

Livy felt guilty in her heart and rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly. "You're awake? Am I too noisy?"

"No. I'm just a light sleeper." Arthur looked at her sleepily.

"Then do you want to eat? Let's eat together."

"You eat. I'm not hungry," he said.

Livy wasn't satisfied with that answer and still chased after him, "Have you eaten before? Did you eat while I was sleeping? Please don't lie to me, ok? It's been a long trip, you must be so tired. It's impossible not to be hungry."

Arthur looked at her. "What if I lie?"

What does it mean? Is he teasing her?

Livy, "..."

Arthur, "Forget it. Just eat first."

Livy saw the man sitting down and began to put on his reading glasses, work tablet in hand. She felt this man was too workaholic. What was a honeymoon? Was Evander serious when he told her they were here for their honeymoon?

Livy tsked.

Finally her gaze immediately fell on the glass on the tray. She had an idea and asked, "The waiter prepared two cups of tea. That means one for me and one for you. Would you like to drink it?"

Arthur answered without looking at her, "Just put it anywhere."

Her expression immediately gloomy.

'He's really stiff! Does he have no other vocabulary? I was talking to him to lighten the mood. Now why is it getting even colder?!'

But after she thought about it, this was what attracted her to Arthur.

For her it was Arthur who made her too curious; Arthur had an indescribable charm and a man who was hard to come by to make any woman unable to take their eyes off another object. This meant she's starting to admit that she's in love with Arthur, right?

Her face blushed.

This kind of thing was very possible in marriage. Many matchmaking novels reveal that falling in love was a natural thing that happens in every plot and inner turmoil of the main characters.

Maybe Livy was one of them.

However, this was not a novel! This was the real world!

Falling in love is the instinct of everyone's heart. No one could prevent it if it happened, because that was what their heart and mind thought. Many people say that falling in love happens because you get used to it; used to meeting, used to staring at each other, used to being difficult not to seek mutual benefit from both sides. Yes. Their relationship too is based on profit; Livy who wants to run away from her aunt and Arthur who wants to run away from the arranged marriages for him.

They have a cooperative relationship.

Livy picked up the cup that was on the tray and walked over to Arthur. "You drink this first. Just take a sip. Aren't you thirsty when you wake up?"

Arthur stopped looking at his tablet and looked up. Livy was standing in front of him with a cup, but his hands were currently busy. Without thinking, he used one of his hands to grab Livy's wrist, then brought the cup to his mouth and started drinking.

Ah.

This position ...

It looked like Livy was feeding Arthur and Arthur's hand was burning hot against her skin. Her heart was beating fast.

Dispelling her nervousness, she asked, "H-How does it taste?"

"Too sweet."

Arthur's voice as he said that was very heavy and low, like he was whispering directly in her ear, and overwhelmed her. She felt a cold hand brush against her wrist, but it felt like hot fire was boiling a layer of her blood, making her sweat for no reason.

At the beginning of their meeting, she only felt that Arthur was handsome and charming. After getting to know him more, she felt that Arthur was not only handsome, he was also very sexy and seductive. His demeanor was cold and nonchalant, but that was his true charm.

Arthur looked weak on the outside, but he had a very strong and deadly charm.

Livy bit her lip hard. Her heart couldn't beat faster than this or she could die!

When she looked at Arthur again, she realized that the man was frowning. She forgot the madness of her heart for a moment.

"What's wrong? You don't like sweets?"

Arthur didn't answer right away. He was confused too. Why was he served a very sweet tea?

This hotel is his private property and all the waiters know that he doesn't like anything sweet. There was no way a trained waiter would even give him a drink wrong.

Except ...

His eyes fell on another cup on the tray.

"We swapped drinks," he said.

"Huh? What?"

"Take that glass."

Livy grabbed the teacup that was on the tray and put the one in her hand onto the table. She brought a new glass and gave it to Arthur. As if he had gotten used to it, Arthur didn't drink holding the cup with his own hands, but he took Livy's wrist again and drank with her help.

"Here is my tea. The previous one was yours."

Livy was confused. "What is the difference?"

"Try it."

Seeing Arthur not joking, Livy drank the cup in her hand. Then stick out your tongue. "This is so bitter!"

Arthur's eyes did not leave her lips which had just pressed against the part of the cup he had drunk earlier. It could be called an indirect kiss, but she didn't seem to notice.

Arthur then said casually, "Because it is a special tea for me."

Livy's tongue went numb after tasting the bitterness, she took her sweet tea and drank it down. Arthur secretly sighed as they were kissing again indirectly and Livy didn't notice. This girl was so innocent and pure.

"Even the waiters in this hotel know what you like. Are they also trained waiters?" Livy was amazed.

"Kind of."

Never once did Arthur say that the maids were trained, Livy probably knew after she asked the maids. Not only innocent, this girl was also too curious.

"Rich people are said to pay high-priced trained maids, that's actually good. So is there really such a thing as special training for maids? How much do you pay them? Very expensive, isn't it?"

Arthur found it amusing at her question. "The waiters here are specially selected by Evan. They are trained and come from a service company that provides professional waiters."

'Right, isn't it? Rich people are always unreasonable and annoying with their wealth.'

Livy grumbled.

Before she could say any more Arthur interrupted, "It's getting late. Eat first. Then sleep and rest."

"But I'm curious ..."

"We'll discuss this later. Don't you want to take a walk on the island tomorrow?"

'Right! I almost forgot that I was on a rich man's private island. I wonder what's on this island.'

"I'll be out in a bit," Arthur said suddenly and stood up.

Livy was surprised. "Where are you going? You really don't want to eat? It's getting late."

Arthur muttered, "I just wanted to get some fresh air."

"Then wear a thick jacket. Looks like it's very cold in this area. Ah, wait." Livy went to the closet where Arthur's clothes had been arranged and pulled out a thick jacket and scarf. She unhesitatingly put it on his body. "This is better. Don't catch a cold."

Again Arthur felt that this girl was really strange and funny. He smiled faintly behind the scarf without Livy being seen. He brought his face up to level with hers, almost as if to butt her.

"Are you worried about me?"

Livy, "..."

She didn't answer but her blushing face had given Arthur a satisfactory answer. Even though she wanted to answer, she couldn't say anything. She was nervous. Was she really worried about this man? Wtf? Why?

... to be continued ...