Maxen kicked the door close, and it automatically locked. It was a security feature of his private residence's study.
Peeling his hands from her, Olivia stood in awe, drinking in the floor to ceiling, wall to wall, shelves of books that seemed to call her name.
One step further in and her nose got assaulted with the smell of parchment paper that wafted in the air. Her eyes wandered around as she admired the soft glow of the chandelier, which added more charm to the room.
Maxen grinned from ear to ear, proud upon seeing how Olivia subconsciously drummed her fingers on her bag to contain her excitement.
"Are you sure I can freely drive up and use this room?" Olivia turned on her heel and faced him. She knew how much valuable knowledge is stored in this room, one that Pyxis didn't have access to.
