Fit For Your Love (Olivia and Everett)

Chapter 578 "Send someone to follow Olivia and protect her." Davis paused and said, "Okay." At the airport.

A black luxury car was parked outside the airport. The door was opened and Melody, who was dressed in black with sunglasses and a cap, cout.

She was indifferent, and her black clothes made her look even more unapproachable.

As soon as she entered the airport, she attracted the attention of all around her. And the reporter ran over soon.

"Miss Johnson, you joined the final show of the new product launch from AK Company. Had it been planned from the beginning?" "Miss Johnson, | heard that the dress for the finale was designed by Mr. Weston's ex-wife. Why did you choose her design?" "Melody, | heard that you have a good relationship with the president of AK Company. Did you do this because he asked you?" "Miss Johnson... Melody..." The reporters surrounded Melody, with microphones and cameras pointed at her.

But the bodyguards and assistants kept them out. No matter what they asked, Melody didn't answer.

She only walked forward with the brim of her hat lowered, most of her face covered and only fiery red lips revealed.

Melody soon passed the security check. Joan followed her in and the reporters were kept out by the bodyguards.

Melody's plane left at 2: 20.

She got on the plane at two o'clock.

Joan sat with her in first class.

They both sat down. Melody still didn't take off her sunglasses, nor her cap, and wore them all the time.

She leaned back in her chair and her eyes seemed to be closed.

Joan looked at her. Although Melody wore delicate makeup, Joan could still see the haggardness from her face.

She stayed up late last night.

She had been drinking.

Joan knew why. It was because of Everett.

Yesterday, she went to the abandoned factory with Brayden. She was there too. She witnessed the whole story.

She was really desperate.

The truth hit her hard.

Joan asked the stewardess for a blanket to cover Melody up so that Melody could have a rest.

There was stleft, so she started to work with her cell phone.

Shortly afterwards, however, the light before Joan's eyes dimmed.

Joan looked up and her eyes flashed with shock.

But she soon recovered herself. "Mr. Gold." Joan stood up.

Henry curled his lips and a wicked smile hung on his lips.

His gaze fell from Melody's face to Joan's. "I want to sit here." Joan looked at Melody in an instant.

Melody's eyes were hidden behind her sunglasses so that other people couldn't tell if she was asleep or not.

But Joan knew that Melody wasn't asleep.

"Sit down, Joan." Her tone was extremely indifferent and as cold as ice.

Obviously, Melody didn't want Henry to sit next to her.

But as soon as she finished speaking, Henry pulled Joan away and took her seat.

Melody pursed her red lips and her look turned cold.

But Henry ignored it and then crossed his legs naturally. He looked at Melody and said, "Melody, | think you need a shoulder now." As he spoke, he leaned over.

Melody curled her lips coldly. "So you're hooking up with a married woman now?" Henry took off her sunglasses. Looking at Melody's slightly swollen eyes, he sighed and shook his head. "Melody, | feel sorry for you." Melody looked at Henry and saw everything inside his eyes. She becangry.

But these emotions were suppressed right before her outburst.

She grabbed the sunglasses from Henry, put them on, and looked out of the window.

Henry knew that she was acquiescing in him sitting here.

Henry looked at Joan, who was still standing beside them and looking at them with a worried look. His hands were spread out. "Don't worry, this is a public place. | won't make Melody unhappy." Actually he had already upset Melody.

Henry said and pointed to the side of the aisle. "My seat." What he meant was that Joan should sit there.

Joan knew what Henry was like. She couldn't stop him. She nodded and sat down.

Henry looked at Melody. He didn't really say nor do anything else. He smiled and looked at Melody wantonly.

Melody didn't care. She looked out of the window, her whole body exuding a sense of rejection and indifference.

The plane stopped in Milan less than two hours later.

Melody got out of the car. Henry followed. Joan was the last.

The car was already waiting outside the airport.

The driver opened the door and Melody got in.

Henry followed.

But when he stepped on the car, Melody, who had been silent, said, "Henry, don't makeangry." Henry looked into her sunglasses as if he could see into Melody's eyes through them. "Melody, do you wantto tell the people outside that you and Everett didn't have a license at all?" The look on her face changed. "Henry!" Henry sat down, pulled up his coat, and looked at her. "Melody, it's been a long tsince we met. Why don't we have a good chat?" An hour later, the car stopped outside a hotel. Melody got off, and so did Henry.

Obviously, he followed her wherever she went.

But when Melody thought Henry would continue to follow her into the room, Henry said, "Melody, I'll wait for you in the lobby." He gave her a meaningful smile, then walked to the sofa in the lobby and sat down.

Melody looked at the man who was sitting on the sofa with his back to her. Her nails, which were painted bright red, scraped across the leather handbag.

He was forcing her in an unusual way.

He knew that she and Everett didn't have a license.

Half an hour later, Melody cdown and sat across from Henry.

Henry turned off the gon his cell phone and instead looked at Melody, with that wanton smile on his lips again.

"I think | am going to wait until dark." Melody had changed her clothes and makeup, and she was no longer wearing a cap and sunglasses as if she were not afraid of being photographed.

She crossed her legs and leaned back on the sofa with her chin slightly raised. She looked at Henry like a queen.

"Why? Are you going to show off again?" When Henry heard her, he raised his eyebrows and smiled.

He knew what she was talking about.

"Not to show off, but to make you see the truth." "Ah, see the truth?" Melody looked away with a mocking smile, but when she turned around, the smile on her lips had disappeared.

"And let you see the truth." Henry frowned and leaned back on the sofa.

He held his forehead as if he tried to figure out what she meant. "You know that Everett doesn't love you. He doesn't love you at all. He even told you to stay away from him. Melody, your pride had been trampled on by him." "Oh, no, by Olivia, that bitch. Are you still that queen?" Henry said, spreading his hands in confusion. "Why?" The bloody wound was touched by Henry, and Melody suddenly becangry.

Henry looked at her and shook his head. "You've always been loved in my heart, and now you're so willing to be trampled on? My queen, | feel terrible." Melody clenched her fingers and pinched her sharp nails into her palms.

She was frighteningly calm in a fit of rage. "Henry, what about you? Why are you holding on tolike this? Or do you think | don't know what you want? Or should | repeat what | said before?" He constantly broke her fantasy, stimulated her, and made her lose control.

Henry, | knew your purpose! Henry smiled. "It's great that you know my purpose. Then you should know that | love you. I've done a lot for you." "Melody, be with me. I'm your safest harbor." Henry opened his arms and gave her a wild smile.

Melody raised her lips and stood up. "Henry, if Everett loved me, | would love you too." She turned around and left.

Henry sat there motionless with his hands open.

He seemed frozen.

But the smile on the corner of his mouth widened.

"Melody, I like your unyielding look," Henry thought to himself.

Henry took the wine on the table and drank it all in one gulp.

Melody went back to the hotel room, and as soon as she entered the room, she smashed the things in the room like crazy.

She scratched her hair and pulled at her clothes, destroying everything she could get her hands on.

Everett, why? What was wrong with you, Everett? Why did you love Olivia instead of me? Why did you do that to me? Why! It was night in Paris.

After a day's work, Preston finally had stfor himself. He cto the hospital.

He went to see Olivia instead of Everett first.

Olivia and Brayden were watching TV in the ward.

Neither of them was noisy people, and when they had finished what they wanted to say, they were all quiet.

And in silence, the best way to kill tand relax was to watch TV.

Knock, knock, knock - A knock on the door interrupted the quiet and warm atmosphere in the ward.

Olivia and Brayden looked at the closed door.

Brayden said, "I'll open the door." "Okay." Olivia guessed it was Grace or Preston.

They were the only two people she could expect to cto see her.

Indeed, Preston's voice was heard as soon as the door was opened.

"How's Olivia? | cto see her." Brayden said, "She's better." He moved aside to let Preston in.

Preston held the fruit basket and looked at Olivia. "How do you feel?" "Much better." Preston put the fruit basket on the bedside table. Brayden brought the stool over. Preston thanked him and sat down.

Brayden went to make coffee.

Preston looked at Brayden and then at Olivia. "Mr. James is really a family man." He had been with her since she was hospitalized.

"Yeah, he's sweet." Olivia looked at Brayden with smiling eyes.

Preston saw Brayden's reflection in her eyes, and suddenly thought of Everett. Somehow, he felt a little emotional.

When a good thing was around every day, one would not consider it good. But when it was completely lost one day, one would realize that it had already been like an inseparable rib on his own body.

When a rib was gone, it did hurt.

Brayden handed the coffee to Preston and Preston said, "Thank you." Then he spoke to Olivia.

He just talked to Olivia about the follow-up to yesterday's new product launch. Olivia listened very carefully and smiled gently all the time.

Brayden stared at Olivia and sometimes brought her water or peeled fruit for her.

He just listened and rarely spoke, but he was not redundant here.

He remained silent in this peaceful atmosphere.

Preston stayed in the ward for about half an hour before leaving.

Before leaving, he joked, "No pains, no gains. You'll be very happy to see your salary at the end of this month." Olivia smiled. "Then I'll thank you in advance." "You are welcome." Preston left. Brayden said, "I don't think Preston will agree to your resignation." During their conversation, he knew well that Preston thought highly of Olivia's work performance. He hoped that Olivia would return to the company after she recovered.

Olivia looked at Brayden with a smile on her face, but the smile was serious. "Don't worry, | promise." Brayden looked at Olivia with a serious look on his face too. "Olivia, | don't want you to give up what you like for me. | just hope you don't ignore your health." "Do you understand?" Olivia's heart softened. "I understand." How could she not understand him? But people couldn't always give; they needed to be rewarded.

She paused only for a while, not for ever.

After a good rest, she would continue to move forward and complete everything she wanted to accomplish.

Preston stood outside the ward for a while, then turned around and went to Everett's ward.

Everett's ward was just around the corner, on the sfloor as Olivia's.

But Olivia didn't know.

Preston cto Everett's ward the moment Davis cout.

Davis saw him and nodded. "Mr. Smith." "Is Everett awake?" "Yes, he is working." Preston laughed and thought, "He was really a workaholic." "I'll talk to him. You can go now." "Okay." Davis knocked on the door of the ward and said, "Mr. Weston, Mr. Smith is here." Then he opened the door and let Preston in.

Preston went in and saw Everett leaning against the bed. In front of him was a small table with a laptop and a document on it.

All of a sudden, Preston felt like he was walking into Everett's office.

Hearing the sound, Everett did not react but still reading the email on the computer.

Preston was not angry for being ignored. He walked over and took a stool and sat down. He said, "I just went to see Olivia." He suddenly stopped typing on the keyboard.