Chapter 550
The hospital.
Olivia entered the ward with the food container.
“Have you finished reading these books? Do you need new ones?”
Xavier looked over when he heard her. He put down the book he was holding and shook his head with a smile when he saw her. “No. Why are you here?”
“I promised to see you every day. How could I not come?”
With that said, she opened the food container and said, “But today’s meal might be a little simple. It’s just chicken soup. You don’t mind it, do you?”
Xavier paused slightly. “No, I’m glad you came to see me when you were already busy.”
“Don’t say that. You’re my savior.”
Olivia poured it out for him and pushed it up to him. “Hurry. Drink it while it’s hot.”
“The atelier…”
“I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry. Dig in.”
Then she looked at the flowers by the bed and said, “Dig in. I’ll change the flowers for you.”
With that said, she turned around and walked out.
Upset, Xavier shouted, “Pheebs, don’t bother.”
Olivia smiled. “Xavier, it’s bad luck to have wilted flowers in the ward.”
The atelier had encountered a big crisis. You could tell without a doubt that she must be anxious, but she did not show any bad emotions.
Not only did she not look upset, but she was also smiling.
However, those red eyes clearly just cried…
Xavier’s heart twitched, and he felt some pain.
When Olivia returned, Xavier pulled a check from under the pillow. “Pheebs, here’s 20 million dollars. Take it.”
Olivia froze and pushed his hand away. “I don’t want it.”
He withdrew his hands after some time. “Okay, but let me know if you ever need anything. I won’t ask for anything in return.”
“Okay.”
Olivia put the wilted flowers in the garbage bag before holding up fresh ones and asking, “Don’t you feel better when you see gorgeous blooming flowers?”
Xavier could not tell for a moment whether she was optimistic or faking it, but he nodded anyway. “Yeah, it’s pretty, but you’re prettier than the flowers.”
Olivia rolled her eyes at him, picked up the garbage bag, and walked out.
“I’m leaving. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
Olivia’s smile disappeared once she was out of the hospital ward.
She could not smile, but how could she give a sick person bad vibes?
Suddenly, a tall figure blocked her way.
“Ms. James, how long are you going to hide from me?”
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