Lucas, already dressed in a blue sweater and black trousers, stood by the window with a sad expression on his face. His mood shifted to excitement when a white jeep pulled up to the George mansion.
"Why am I getting excited over that jerk?" Lucas muttered to himself, frowning. "Calm down, Lucas, he's just a scholarship student and you are not gay," he reminded himself, taking a deep breath before heading to the door.
Ding!
The door swung open at the sound of the doorbell, revealing Olive in a white sweater, black trousers, and an umbrella opened over her head.
"Hi," Olive greeted, rolling her eyes. "Didn't I tell you not to have your driver pick me up? You always do whatever you want without thinking about someone though."
"Can we discuss this later? Come inside, or do you want to keep holding the umbrella over your head in the rain?" Lucas replied, rolling his eyes and made his way in, leaving Olive at the doorstep.
Olive sighed and entered the George mansion. As soon as she stepped inside, she gasped at the luxurious interior. Everything exuded wealth and extravagance.
"Welcome, young master!" the maids in blue gowns and aprons greeted in unison, bowing their heads. Olive flinched, not having noticed them before as she had been admiring the living room. She then gave out a bright smile as she waves her hand at the maids whose head still remained bowed.
"Welcome to my home," Lucas said with a smile. "Please have a seat." He gestured to the sofa, and Olive sat down as well.
A middle-aged man in a black suit approached the two seated gentlemen.
"The food is ready, young master," the man announced with a bow.
"Thank you, Steward John," Lucas replied with a smile, then turned his attention back to Olive. "You must be hungry. I had the driver pick you up early from your house, so you probably didn't have breakfast."
"I'm not hungry, let's just..." Olive began to say, but her stomach growled, causing Steward John and Lucas to chuckle.
"Let's go and have breakfast now you liar," Lucas said, standing up and pulling Olive with him and they both made their way to the dining room.
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The dining hall exuded opulence and sophistication, with crystal chandeliers casting a colorful glow and intricate frescoes adorning the walls. The grand table, polished to perfection, could comfortably seat a dozen guests, with fine china, crystal glasses, and gleaming silverware adding to the luxurious atmosphere.
The room was filled with the tantalizing scents of expertly prepared cuisine, crafted by a skilled chef. A lavish feast awaited Olive and Lucas, each dish a culinary masterpiece.
Olive was in awe, her mouth hanging open as she took in the extravagant surroundings. She settled into a chair, served by a maid, alongside Lucas, both ready to enjoy the sumptuous meal.
As they both started their meal, a string quartet played softly in a corner, their music providing a soothing backdrop to the rainy morning.
Having finished her meal and feeling satisfied, Olive took a sip of juice from her glass and said, "Now it's time to start practicing for our debate and rugby competition. We have less than a week left."
Lucas, who had just finished eating, replied with a frown, "Can I have a five-minute break at least? I need to rest a bit."
Olive, with a hint of annoyance, responded, "You're not doing any strenuous work. Researching is a form of relaxation for you. "Anyways, since you're not ready, I'll start the research without you, and you can join me when you're ready."
She then turned to Steward John and asked, "Could you please show me back to the living room?"
"Of course, young master," Steward John replied with a bow. As Olive turned to leave, she accidentally bumped into a maid carrying a bowl of orange juice, causing it to spill on her white sweater.
Lucas stood up in a moment of anger. "Are you blind?" he shouted, causing the maid to quickly kneel down.
"I'm sorry, young master! Please forgive me!" the maid pleaded, trembling in fear and avoiding Lucas's angry gaze.
Olive stepped forward and helped the maid to her feet. "Are you okay?" she asked with concern, looking at the maid, who nodded in response. Olive then turned to Lucas. "I bumped into her, it's not her fault."
"You're our guest, young master, and we should take good care of you while you're at the George mansion. Please forgive our maid's behavior," Steward John said, bowing his head slightly.
"It's okay, Mr. I'm fine," Olive replied with a smile.
"It's not okay. You could have been hurt if she was carrying something hot. Anyways, you should change your outfit," Lucas said with a sigh. "Come with me, I'll get you another outfit to change into." He then took Olive's hand and led her out of the dining room.
After walking for a few miles, with Lucas still holding Olive's hand as he led her to a silver door. He pushed it open, revealing a room that exuded luxury. The walls were painted in a deep, rich gray and adorned with rare sports memorabilia and limited edition artwork. The floor was covered in a plush, snow-white carpet that felt incredibly soft underfoot.
In the center of the room, a majestic bed made from the finest mahogany stood against one wall, dressed in crisp, snowy white sheets and a comforter. A sleek, black leather desk sat in the corner, equipped with a state-of-the-art computer and an array of expensive gadgets.
Lucas then guided Olive to his closet, where she saw a vast collection of designer clothes, shoes, belts, and accessories from brands like Versace, Gucci, Valentino, Burberry, Balenciaga, and more.
"Are you selling clothes?" Olive inquired, her eyes scanning the neatly hung garments and folded items in the drawers.
"What do you mean? I own all these clothes," Lucas responded, rummaging through his wardrobe and selecting a green Balenciaga sweater. "Here, you should change into this," he suggested, handing the sweater to Olive.
Noticing Olive hesitating to change out of her stained white sweater, Lucas asked, "What's wrong? Are you just going to stand there? Change into the clothes so we can start our competition practice."
Feeling uncomfortable under Lucas's intense gaze, Olive thought to herself, "
How am I supposed to change if he keeps staring at me like that? Just leave already." She swallowed nervously as Lucas continued to watch her.