When the carriage stopped, Olivia opened her eyes and blinked. She was not sitting anymore but sleeping in the arms of the master!
Her eyes widened up when she noticed a wet patch on his thighs and her face turned gloomy.
She was done for! The man has a higher level of OCD and she just has her saliva on his thighs.
He was going to throw her off the cliff. Who would have thought after killing so many, she would not die in the war but with the hands of a kind man because she…
Her face turned gloomy and ugly as she continued to stare at the patch of saliva as if it was her mortal enemy.
It would have been better that she would have died before this embarrassment.
She sat up abruptly and then closed her eyes as if she was still sleeping when she felt him shifting in his place.
"Master, we are here!" the coachman called as he opened the door for them.
