Chapter 6 What Is Your Purpose In Getting Close To Me?

Olivia’s perspective.

I vaguely understood, why Rowan made that phone call to save me. Luke said it wasn't like him at all, but it turned out he was confirming my relationship with Kevin. Rowan tightened his hold, gripping my face tightly and even squeezing out the last bit of air from my mouth.

"Answer me."

There was intense hostility between his eyebrows. "Was it him, who made you get close to me that night? What was the purpose?"

He slowly lifted the thumb that was pressing on my throat. I said it wasn't, it was just an accident.

Rowan raised an eyebrow and sneered, clearly not believing me. "Such a beautiful, and coincidental accident."

I couldn't move, letting him restrain me. "I am his woman. He doesn't let me do anything, nor does he allow me to ask questions."

He forcefully held the back of my head, and my cold lips touched his chin. In an instant, I was enveloped by his fiercely dominant male aura. His gaze softened slightly, his legs moved, and he pressed down on me a bit more.

"Rowan! There’s a problem at the casino" …" An unfamiliar person rushed in, but upon seeing the scene, their eyes widened in shock. They swallowed the second half of their sentence, and Rowan's face darkened.

"Who the fuck let you in! Get the hell out!" The person slipped on the floor and fell, scrambling to crawl out of the room.

The temperature of the pool water began to rise as our bodies were pressed together. I wanted to climb out, but Rowan didn't let go. He held my waist from behind and said, "Don't make a fuss, it's not good for you."

I was just one step away from getting out of the pool, but I still couldn’t move. "If you don't want your people to see through you, go ahead and make a fuss."

Rowan knew how to hit me where it hurts. If the mafia found out about me, my glamorous days with Kevin would come to an end. For people like us, a sugar daddy is everything. I instantly calmed down.

He held me on his lap, pressing against my waist. He smiled behind my ear and asked, "Does this feel familiar?"

This was the first scene where I met Rowan on a snowy night in the alley. I remained silent.

The waiter quickly brought a towel. Rowan told him to leave and lifted me out of the pool by my armpits. I stood by the pool, wringing the water out of my clothes, attempting to dry them.

I picked up my coat from the ground and wrapped it tightly around me. Rowan didn't stop me, as if the matter was settled. When I reached the door, I suddenly remembered something and couldn't help but ask him, "Were you injured that night?"

He silently buttoned up his shirt, without any pause, he denied it directly. For people like them consider getting injured a taboo.

They keep it hidden from the outside world, afraid that it might invite trouble and chaos. I realized this and was about to leave when he picked up a belt and told me to wait.

"Did anyone tell Miss Clark?" I was confused, as I looked at him, my face showing I didn’t understand.

Rowan put the belt around his waist. His waist and hips were narrow yet powerful, wrapped under his pure black shirt, radiating an indescribable charisma. "Your lips are soft, and they taste good."

He chuckled in a muffled voice, and I gave him a cold and trembling glance. My face turned pale as he left.

I hadn’t expected Kevin to come back while I was gone. He was being intimate with his new lover. When I went upstairs, I found the study door wide open.

I was taken aback to see several men inside, all dressed in prosecutor uniforms. Kevin glanced at me over their heads, frowned slightly, not wanting to let them know I was there, so I kept quiet and went to the bedroom.

Not long after, I heard some commotion in the hallway, and I knew they had left. I had the housekeeper bring me the coffee that was originally meant to be taken to the study.

I wanted to please Kevin—I couldn't let his new girlfriend steal all the limelight. The more favored the other woman was, the more dangerous my situation became.

I walked towards the door just as Kevin was speaking. He instructed his secretary to keep a close eye on Gloria and not let her cause any trouble.

The secretary seemed troubled and replied, "Miss Brown refuses to take her medication, and the housekeeper has caught her throwing away her birth control pills twice."

While I acted obediently in front of Kevin, I had also considered the idea of getting pregnant and rising in status behind his back. Sugar daddies of his stature were not easy to come by—they were a rare find. Every woman dreamed of keeping him.

But I understood them better than others, and how a man’s heart worked. Using a child, to secure my future, would be the riskiest endeavor for a mistress. If I won, I would become the only woman in his life, but if I lost, I would gain nothing and only bring trouble upon myself.

Kevin leaned against the back of his chair, the light from the desk lamp faintly illuminating him. Lazing there with his chin supported, he seemed indifferent, yet dangerously sinister.

"If she won't take it, then threaten to remove her uterus and let her make her own choice," he said.

The secretary elaborated on the matter. I hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided not to confront him directly.