"Idiot," Olivia rolled her eyes, too tired to even be flustered at the implication of his words. "I'm heading to my room."
"Can I come with you?"
"No."
"Please?" He asked, this time with pleading puppy eyes.
But it did not affect Olivia. "No."
Oliver's shoulder slumped in defeat, and Olivia couldn't help but chuckle.
"Goodnight, Oliver."
Begrudgingly, he replied.
"Goodnight, Liv."
***
Olivia landed on her bed on her back, causing the mattress to create a loud creaking sound. She stared at the ceiling, which was clean and didn't have any cobwebs like the ones in her home, no matter how much she cleaned it.
'Ah,' she thought to herself. '𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 is my new home.'
Olivia had been staying at the Twyne Mansion for a couple of weeks now. As promised and talked about, she had been earning her keep by working as their chef in the morning while also acting as Oliver's tutor at night.
