I’m Someone Else

Chapter 323

Olivia couldn’t believe her doting grandfather would drug her and send her to the Flynns while she was unconscious. Why would he do something like this to me? What he did was akin to shoving her into a pit of hellfire. Shouldn’t he know what Gunnar wants to do to me?

When she woke up, she realized that her clothes had been changed. They weren’t the same set she wore when she came out. So that b*stard must’ve touched me. No. Only Thomas gets to touch me. What should I do now? How should I face Thomas? Am I worthy of him now?

Sadness welled within her as her thoughts started overwhelming her mind, and her cries got louder.

“Um…” Kyrie was at a loss. Why’d she cry all of a sudden? This is a safe place. She has nothing to worry about. No one in this nation is foolish enough to intrude my house. He tried his best to calm her down, “Why are you crying, girl? It’s safe here, I promise.”

Olivia’s cries didn’t stop because of that. She shook her head and stood up, trying to make her way to the entrance.

“Where are you going?”

“Home.” She was talking about Northpine Villa, refusing to stay in Capitalis any longer. I’ve kept myself pure for more than twenty years, and instead of giving my first time to the man I love, some b*stard took it away. That fact broke her heart, and she had nothing but a distaste for this city.

She was a very traditional woman, and she cared a lot about her first time. All she wanted to do was just go home and cry her heart out.

Kyrie couldn’t let her leave. His friend’s descendant made it clear that he could only hand Olivia over if Thomas was the one taking her. Everyone else was not allowed to take her away.

That competition was nothing but a ruse. He would never let the Flynn’s win. And even if John’s side won, he would not hand over Olivia. She was with them now, and no one could force him to hand her over if he refused to.

If he let her go right now, she might be taken back to the Flynn Residence. He would be breaking his promise if that happened. “You can’t leave right now, young lady. Stay at our place for a while. Someone will pick you up soon. Don’t worry. He’s the one you wish to see the most.”

Kyrie gave Gwen a look, and then he dragged Colby out of the room.

Gwen pushed Olivia down on the bed. “Sit, Olivia.” She pulled some tissues out and wiped Olivia’s tears away.

Outside the room, Kyrie told Colby, “Tell the Mortons and Peralta Family they don’t have to do anything for the competition. Our family will fight for them.”

“Yes, Grandpa.” Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

With the Travises arranging the competition, even the Flynns’ strongest champion would fall.

Gwen was starting to have a headache. She had tried her best to calm Olivia down, but the lady wouldn’t stop crying. Kyrie had told her about Olivia’s eventful trip. As a woman, she pitied Olivia, but there was no need to cry so much. It’s been an hour, and she’s still not stopping. At this rate, she’s going to fall.

She couldn’t understand what Olivia was feeling. Her mother died when she was young. Her father and her father’s father showed no love to her. She was nothing but a tool to them. Only her mother’s father was nice to her, but now he was the one who tossed her into the abyss of despair, and she couldn’t take it. Why? Why’s my family so cruel to me? I thought the Pearsons alone were bad enough, so why’d you do this, Grandpa Harrison?

She hated Harrison’s guts, like how she despised Terrence. More importantly, she had lost her virginity. It was the most precious thing to her.

If he let her go right now, she might be taken back to the Flynn Residence. He would be breaking his promise if that happened. “You can’t leave right now, young lady. Stay at our place for a while. Someone will pick you up soon. Don’t worry. He’s the one you wish to see the most.”

“What would you like to eat, Olivia? I cook well, and I can whip something up for you. Want to have a taste of my cooking?” Gwen was trying her best to distract Olivia. It felt like she was cajoling a child.

Olivia shook her head. Adamantly, she said, “No. Let me go. I want to leave.” Thomas said he would come back in a few days. Only at his side was she safe, and Thomas should be here soon. Gwen had pinned her down on the bed firmly, or she’d have escaped otherwise.

Gwen tried to come up with another idea, seeing that food failed to entice her. “Why don’t I take you to my walk-in closet? I have a ton of pretty clothes I haven’t worn. You can take anything you want. It’s a gift from me, alright? Your clothes were dirty, so I changed them out for you, and you need some new clothes.”

Women loved to shop. Since they couldn’t let Olivia out just yet, she could give her a few sets of her clothes. Everyone loved to look and feel pretty.

To Gwen’s surprise, her offer elicited a charged response, and she was at a loss.

“What did you say?” Olivia asked sharply. “You were the one who changed my clothes?”

“Yeah. Why?”

The confirmation returned some color to Olivia’s ashen face, and she calmed down, her tears stopping. The only proof that she had cried was the tear tracks on her face. “Was I wearing a pair of light blue

jeans and a black suit?”

“Yeah. The servants have washed them up, and they’re outside under the sun.”

And Olivia suddenly broke into laughter, much to Gwen’s horror. Oh, no. Did she go cuckoo? I mean, no other explanation fits her condition.

Olivia stopped struggling and crying. She stared at the ceiling, smiling dumbly. My innocence is still intact. I didn’t betray you, Thomas.