Fit For Your Love

The car was on the road, and Grace looked at Olivia.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Olivia fell silent since they entered the elevator.

She had been silent till now.

Grace wanted to say something to comfort Olivia, but she didn't know what to say.

She didn't know what had happened among them, and she didn't know how to make Olivia feel better.

For a moment, it was quiet in the car.

Did Olivia feel bad?

She felt terrible.

But it wasn't that Everett didn't love her, but it was that she was an innocent victim.

She suffered the pain she shouldn't have.

The price was high.

She resented him. She was angry with him.

But she could never change the truth.

That was why she was upset.

The car soon stopped at the place Olivia mentioned. The two of them got out of the car. Grace looked at Olivia.

Olivia was still unusually quiet.

Grace was worried.

"Olivia..."

Grace decided to break the silence, but Olivia interrupted her. "Grace, don't worry. I'm fine."

Grace was slow of speech, "Olivia..."

Olivia looked at her and smiled. "I'm not that fragile."

People would encounter many things in their life, and they would encounter different obstacles.

These obstacles would never defeat her.

Even if she was in pain, she had to walk through her life bravely.

They ate something and went back. It was almost two o'clock. Olivia and Grace began to work.

Nothing seemed to have happened.

Melody went back to the hotel.

Then, she opened a bottle of red wine, drank a third of it, and suppressed her emotions. She took her cell phone and dialed a number.

In a European-style villa, Preston put two steaks on the table.

Since he liked to eat steaks, he liked to make it himself.

Over time, he developed the habit of cooking steaks by himself whenever he was at home.

However, it was supposed to make his own steak. After receiving a call from Everett, he made two.

He put the steaks in front of Everett and brought out the fruit salad and soup.

Then he went to get the wine that he had decanted and poured it.

Dishes on their table.

It was no worse than those they ate in a restaurant.

Preston looked at Everett, raised his glass, and smiled. "This seems to be the first time you've had dishes I cooked. I'm honored." Everett raised his glass. "They look good."

Preston smiled. "Of course. I won't serve you with bad dishes."

Everett was noncommittal.

They clinked their glasses lightly, took a sip of the wine, picked up their knives and forks. Then they started to eat.

Preston said, "I thought you were going out to dinner with Melody."

Everett cut the steak and didn't reply to Preston's words.

He didn't pause.

Preston looked up at Everett. The latter cut the steak elegantly as if he didn't hear him.

Preston knew that Everett heard him, but he didn't want to answer.

In fact, Preston could understand.

Everett didn't love Melody anymore.

So he wouldn't go out with a woman he didn't love.

Everything now was just Melody's wishful thinking.

They had been together for so many years. Could Everett let go just like this?

Preston took a sip of wine and said, "It won't be long before your wedding with Melody. Should I still attend?" After he said this, the living room quieted down.

That did not mean that there was no sound, but that all the sounds around were deliberately stripped away. So it seemed very quiet.

Preston looked at Everett and waited for his answer.

Everett had a piece of steak, put down the knife and fork, took the wine glass, and took a sip.

Then he looked at Preston and spoke.