Chapter 105: Little Warrior
Chapter 105: Little Warrior
Lennox's POV
"Fuck!" I cursed, pulling out of Anita's mouth—but it was too late.
Olivia had already caught us.
Where I was seated, I felt like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar—except this wasn't candy, and the shame cut deeper. My wolf growled inside me, restless and furious. Shamefully, I looked at Olivia, but instead of the reaction I expected, what I saw baffled me.
No wide eyes. No trembling lips. No gasp of heartbreak.
She didn't look like she cared at all. She stared at us like it was nothing—like this was normal. And somehow, that made everything feel worse. What kind of woman walks in on her mate—her husband—receiving head from another and doesn't show the slightest flicker of pain?
Without sparing me a glance, Olivia turned to Anita, who was now standing, still wearing that smug little smirk.
"Why did you send Nora and Lolita out on an errand?" Olivia asked coldly.
Anita scoffed and crossed her arms. "They're maids. I wanted something, so I sent them. Is that a crime now?"
Olivia took one step forward.
Just one.