Don't Escape, My Beloved Girl

When Olivia woke up, she didn't have a headache and fever last night and she felt much better.

But she remembered that Brayden seemed to have been here last night.

Looking around, there was no sign of Brayden, but there was a blanket on the sofa.

Did he sleep here last night? Just as she thought about it, the door opened with a "click" sound.

Olivia looked over and Brayden came in with a thermos.

"Are you awake?"

Seeing her sitting on the bed, Brayden walked over.

"Well, senior, you were here all the night?"

"That's right.I'm concerned about you and wouldn't sleep at night without guarding you."

As he spoke, he put the thermos on the table.

"You have a sore throat.I made some loquat and pear soup for you."

As he spoke, he came over and touched her forehead.

"You don't have a fever now.I spent the whole night watching you. Go wash up, and then come to have breakfast.' He said all of this naturally, seemingly relaxed, but Olivia knew that it was not easy. "Brayden, thank you.' Her heart was warm. Brayden curled his lips and patted her head.

"So touched that you're about to cry?" Olivia nodded.

"Yes." She really wanted to cry.

No one had ever treated her so well.

Oh, no, there was someone once.

Everett.

He used to treat her well, but she hated him as he treated her well initially.Brayden opened his arms.

"Then give me a hug to ease my tired body."

Olivia curved her lips and hugged him.

"This hug is to thank you."

Brayden was stunned.

Olivia tightened her arms, smelled, and closed her eyes.

"Brayden, thank you."

She was cautious now since she had suffered the pain.

Before Olivia could wash up, the door was knocked on.

Brayden went to open the door.

Frank stood outside the door.

As soon as the door opened, he said, "Olivia, are you feeling better..."

Before he could finish speaking, he stopped.

He looked at the man standing in front of him and his expression changed.

"Why are you here?"

In Frank's heart, Brayden was his love rival.

Absolutely.

"Olivia is not feeling well. I'm taking care of her.' Brayden stopped smiling and looked at Frank with a faint look.

To him, Frank was also a rival in love.

The two of them looked at each other, a strong smell of gunpowder spread out.

Olivia came out, saw Brayden standing still at the door, and asked, "Brayden, who is it?"

Frank immediately pushed the door open and walked in.

"Olivia, are you feeling better?"

He grabbed Olivia's shoulders and looked up and down at her.

Olivia was helpless.

His enthusiasm always made her unable to react.

She took his hands off and said, "It's much better. Don't worry.'

Brayden closed the door, walked in, opened the thermos, and said, "Olivia, come to have breakfast."

The smell of millet porridge and loquat and pear soup came, and Frank looked over and squinted his eyes. Olivia asked Frank, "Have you had breakfast?"

"No"

"Then...Eat together?"

"Sure!"

Olivia was stunned.

She was just being polite.

Frank strode over and looked at the breakfast on the table.

"It's so light. Olivia doesn't like it"

Brayden's face did not change.

He calmly put the dishes and said, "She has a cold, so she'd better eat something light.' Frank looked at Brayden.

"There's nothing else in your porridge. It's not nutritious."

Brayden put the pipa pear soup in front of Olivia, looked at her and said softly, "You can't eat anything too nutritious after a cold. Porridge is the best, you know?" Frank, "."

Olivia looked at the two of them and felt them funny.

Brayden's phone rang at the time.

He looked at the screen and said to Olivia, "You eat first. I'll cook more if it's not enough.'

It meant the breakfast here was only for one person, not much.

Frank sneered.

He didn't want it at all.

"Okay"

Brayden went out with his phone.

When Frank saw him go out, he immediately said, "Olivia, how can you be so close to a strange man?"

Olivia scooped up a spoonful of soup and said, "This soup is delicious. Would you like to try it?"

Frank, "..."

Brayden was outside, listening to the voice on his phone, and he felt annoyed.

"Mom, it's not that I don't want to take her to see you, it's that she's sick.

What's more, she's here on a temporary business trip, so she's busy: "Your grandfather has ordered it. If you don't bring the girl here today, he won't let you go to his birthday party. You think about it yourself!" Then she hung up the phone. Brayden rubbed his eyebrows.