Olivia’s neck.
“Call me when you land, the hotel owner you’re staying at has a partnership with me, if anything happens just go to him…”
How virtuous and proper, how decent and generous.
Olivia smiled and nodded, slipping away from his palm like a kite.
She even forgot to kiss him before leaving.
He turned and drove to the farthest corner of the airport parking lot, punching the steering wheel again and again.
The car radio was playing the program Olivia had casually selected before getting out of the car.
The host laughed and joked: “Nowadays, dating younger men is becoming more popular, older guys need to learn to let go.”
He suddenly punched it, letting his knuckles bruise and bleed, then expressionlessly called his secretary: “Get me a new car.”
That night.
He worked out in front of the mirror until dawn, all his muscles abnormally red from overtraining.
In the shower, as hot water ran over his trembling shoulders, he suddenly covered his face in panic.
Olivia habitually called him before bed.
Hearing the girl’s voice on the other end of the phone, his restless heart miraculously calmed down.
The call continued until Olivia was about to fall asleep. In her drowsiness, she said softly,
“Adrian, everything here is unfamiliar, it’s really not good, I miss you a little.”
Adrian was silent for a long time, only gently comforting her: “Go to sleep early, you have to get up early tomorrow.”
Then he silently sent a message to his secretary.
Booking a flight to the city where Olivia was on her business trip.
He rushed there overnight.
Afraid that if he was a second late, she would cry like a little flower cat.
In this difficult and painful world, they are actually each other’s cure.
