Olivia picked up one of the bags and left the room, leaving them confused.
She inhaled and exhaled as if all her energy was only utilized in breathing. Her legs felt like lead and her body suddenly felt too heavy. She did not have the strength to drag herself.
The maids were discreetly looking at her as she took steps toward the third floor where Damon lives now.
Olivia ignored them. Ignoging was an art she had learnt early in her life. Soft whispers, gossips in low voices, and insults! She had faced them a lot when her father died and her mother had to sell all their properties. When they have turned into servants from a noble in one night.
The situation did not scare but Damon did. She had thought they had come to a mutual understanding. She was even bold enough to believe that they have developed a bond! Something she could call friendship. But now she knew, it was only her illusion.
