Olivia had a nightmare in which a man was pressing on her.

She cried and struggled, "Go away! Don't touch me. Don't..."

She waved her hands many times to hit the man's face, but in the end, she failed.

Accompanied by a violent pain, the person in front of her disappeared in an instant, leaving only endless pain torturing her.

Enduring the pain, she woke up from her dream and saw the bright sunshine falling into the room at a glance. The decoration in front of her was the most familiar to her.

Did I have a nightmare?

When Olivia was about to get out of bed, she felt a sharp pain.

She immediately lifted the quilt in horror, and was stunned at the first sight!

What... What were these?

She just stayed at home. How could a man...

Wasn't it a dream last night!

"Madam, what's wrong with you?" Claire, the nanny, was cleaning the next room. When she heard the sound of Olivia, she quickly came over and asked.

"Claire, did someone sneak into the house last night? Did you find anything wrong this morning when you got up?" Olivia's face turned pale. There was no other explanation except that someone sneaked into the house.

Why did this happen?

"Thief?"

Claire looked at Olivia nervously, "Mrs. Wilson, did you see it wrong? I just got up at six o'clock this morning to prepare breakfast. I didn't see anything wrong at home. And the alarm didn't ring."

"No, there is someone!" Olivia grabbed Claire's hand and sobbed, "Claire, go with me to check the surveillance video now. By the way, call the police. That person..."

"Claire, aren't you cleaning the study? Where are my headphones?"

Suddenly, a man's cold voice came from the corridor.

She recognized the voice!

She turned her head stiffly. The man in a white shirt just walked to the door. His bangs hadn't been combed up yet and fell casually on his forehead. He looked at her with a bit of laziness and elegance with his sharp eyes.

After a while, he asked Claire again and left as soon as he got the answer as if he hadn't heard her crying.

"When... When did he come back?" Olivia's eyes widened as if she had seen a ghost.

She had only seen this man two times in the past three years.

The first time was when they got the marriage certificate, and the second time was now.

She wrapped herself tightly in the quilt and then remembered that the villa was owned by Vincent. But he hadn't come back in the past few years, so she had forgotten about it.

"Mrs. Wilson, I'm so sorry. I forgot it," said Claire remorsefully. "I just wanted to tell you that Mr. Wilson came back at midnight last night. At that time, you fell asleep. So, I didn't wake you up."

"Did he come back last night?" Olivia repeated dully. She suddenly sat up straight and said, "He came back last night. Then the person I dreamed of last night was..."

It was Vincent!

She was so tired after working overtime these days that she slept very deep at night. How could she think that she was dreaming? And she even had sex with Vincent.

"Mrs. Wilson, are you talking about Mr. Wilson?"

Claire finally figured it out.

"No, no, Claire. I had a nightmare and was talking nonsense," said Olivia, waving her hand and looking at the door awkwardly.

There was a door connecting the study and the master bedroom. What they said can be heard next door.

Why did Claire ask her directly? Could she still live if Vincent heard it?

She racked her brains to figure out a way to muddle things through. A low sound of footsteps came from the study.

"Claire, come to help me find my earphones."

"Yes, sir."

Claire still didn't understand why Mr. Wilson had something to do with the thief. So, she went over after hearing what Mr. Wilson said.

For a moment, there were only two people left in the master bedroom.

Standing in front of the study, Mr. Wilson looked coldly at the woman on the bed. Seeing that she was embarrassed and wanted to run away with the quilt, his face suddenly darkened.

Vincent had heard what she had said just now.

This woman had completely forgotten his existence!

"Have you ever thought that I would come back?"

"Yes, of course!" Olivia said with a forced smile. "But you didn't tell me before you came back. So, I didn't know..."

Speaking of this, it was ridiculous. In the past three years, Olivia had been thinking about Vincent all the time. However, he had never responded.

Gradually, she was disappointed enough and had no expectations.

But this man came back and had sex with her all of a sudden. What the hell was this? How should she react to stop him from getting angry?

Olivia didn't dare to say anything more. She got out of bed, put on her clothes, and went downstairs carefully. She even prepared breakfast for him, trying to act as his wife.

However, he didn't look at her at all. He took a sip of water and said coldly, "From now on, I will live here."

"What?" Olivia thought she had misheard.

Her reaction made Vincent's face darken again. She was so scared that she quickly lowered her head, fearing that he would be angry.

She had no appetite for the breakfast in front of her. She quietly stared at the person opposite her and couldn't help but ask, "You... Why do you suddenly decide to move back?"

Vincent stopped eating. If he remembered correctly, this villa belonged to him. When he moved back to his home, his wife asked him why, and even treated him as a thief.

How ridiculous!

He wiped his hands with a handkerchief and didn't want to talk about it. "I'll drive you to the company after breakfast."

"You want to drive me to my company?"

Before she could react, the man in front of her left without asking how she thought.

The look on his face was so cold that she wanted to ask, "Are you insane?"

It was him who left her in the villa for three years without asking. Now he just came back.

Why did he want to send her to work?

What did he mean?

Had Vincent suddenly awakened to his duty as a husband?

"Will it be troublesome for you to drive me to work?" She hesitated. According to their relationship, it would be strange for her to take his car to work.

"If you don't want to, you can refuse me." Vincent looked at her coldly.

"No, I didn't mean that. I just don't want to bother you!" Olivia explained. "Wait a minute. I'll finish my breakfast soon!"

She didn't want to refuse him when the relationship between them had just changed!

She put the breakfast into her mouth in a moment, rushed upstairs to take her bag, changed her shoes, and followed Vincent to the garage.

After getting in the car, there were only two of them. The masculine cologne pervaded in the air, making her heart beat faster.

Thinking of what happened last night, she blushed and lowered her head, not daring to look at the person next to her.

On the way, Vincent didn't talk to her.

It was still early. There was no traffic jam on the road. They soon came to the bustling downtown from the villa area. From a distance, Olivia could see the familiar office building.

She pointed at the intersection aside and said, "I want to get off there. My company is over there."

She didn't want this luxury car to park at the gate of her company. It wouldn't make her an hour to become a hot topic in the company.

"Here?"

With a deep frown, Vincent stopped as she said.

"Thank you for sending me to work. Be careful on the way," said Olivia as she got off the car.

"Wait!"

The person on the driver's seat suddenly spoke.

Olivia stopped and looked at the man in the car in astonishment. He frowned as if he was thinking about something.

What happened?

Why was he so serious? Did he realize that he had neglected her for three years and planned to apologize?