Chapter 942 Drunken Rampage
Olivia pressed her lips together, not wanting to respond to him. He was like a walking cactus, prickly all over.
She poured out the cold water from her glass and walked towards the kitchen, holding the cup. "Hang on a sec. I'll boil some water and make you some spaghetti. It'll warm you up and make you feel better."
Olivia's slender figure disappeared into the kitchen. She was still wearing the wedding dress he had 'left behind,' too rushed to change. The dress hugged her waist, making it look as delicate as a willow branch. She wasn't very tall, but her legs were straight, and her waist-to-hip ratio was quite attractive.
Jeremy leaned back on the couch, his knuckles pressed against his temple, watching her quietly.
He thought to himself, I picked that wedding dress myself. How could it not fit?
His lips curled into a cold smile, his eyes deep and unreadable. He didn't know what to do with her!
Despite the layers of resentment in his heart, his mind was filled with her image...
Her sweet, familiar presence filled the entire room. Her obedient demeanor, though lacking in spirit, was real and right in front of him, giving him a sense of comfort he could see and touch.
Jeremy kept questioning himself. What did he really want?
Did he want her free-spirited soul, her genuine submission to him, or did he want to continue this forced marriage, even if it meant only having her physical presence by his side?
Jeremy squinted his eyes, his gaze so intense it almost burned Olivia's back.
She could feel his unwavering stare, his eyes like glue, powerful and captivating, making her anxious and uneasy. Her skin felt like it was on fire.
Her hands and feet felt clumsy. She forced herself to focus, opening the fridge to see what ingredients were available.
Nothing!
There were only two eggs left in the pantry and an open box of spaghetti, with an uncertain expiration date.
She stood on her tiptoes to reach the top shelf, checking the contents.
She also hoped to find some vegetables, even a single tomato... but there was nothing.
Olivia thought about asking him if it was okay to order some groceries for delivery.
But when she looked back at the living room, Jeremy was no longer on the couch. She peeked around the kitchen corner but couldn't see him. She could only faintly hear the sound of cabinet doors opening.
Olivia bit her lip, unsure if she should speak to him.
She decided against it. She just wanted to finish making this meal for him, hoping it would make him feel better and improve his mood enough to let her go.
After all, hiding here together, or being kept here by him, wasn't a long-term solution.
The water boiled.
She quickly turned off the electric kettle and poured the hot water into a bowl to cool.
She cracked the eggs into a frying pan over low heat, letting them cook slowly.
"I like my eggs cooked medium," Jeremy's deep, magnetic voice came from the living room.
Olivia's thin back stiffened. The living room was so quiet that his voice, full of masculine charm and a hint of huskiness, sounded like sandpaper against her ears, causing a slight tremor.
She instinctively touched her itchy ear.
Staring at the frying eggs, Olivia couldn't help but think: Have she and Jeremy ever spent time alone together? Not really. They hadn't even dated properly, never gone through the normal stages of developing feelings, confessing, and being together.
So, she didn't know Jeremy's habits, like his preference for medium-cooked eggs.
She had never cooked a meal for Jeremy.
The few times they had been together were when he tagged along with Lawrence to Winnie's house, and she happened to help with the cooking.
Their relationship was full of regrets and unspoken feelings. She knew there was a time when his eyes held her presence.
She had secretly noticed him watching her.
Back then, her face would flush, her heart would race with a mix of sweetness and ambiguity, almost overwhelming her.
Did he feel the same way?
When he caught her looking at him, was he happy?
If she hadn't had Mia, they wouldn't have grown apart and become estranged over the past three years.
Maybe they wouldn't be so awkward now, afraid to come together.
Life is short, and thinking back, it's just one regret after another for her.
The more Olivia thought, the more her eyes welled up. Today would be another regret; after all, they couldn't really get married. Even if he acted out at the wedding, it was just to punish her or impulsively defy the DeRoss Family.
She couldn't figure out if Jeremy genuinely wanted to marry her.
How could they ever come together?
If he was so determined, if he could overlook her past, maybe... maybe she would be willing to break through all the barriers and just love him wholeheartedly!
Her internal struggle ceased as the eggs finished cooking.
Olivia focused on the eggs, feeling like a turtle retreating into its shell. Unsure if she'd ever get another chance, she decided to make him a perfect egg.
She added more noodles to the boiling water, feeling hungry herself.
As everything was almost ready, she timidly called out, "Jeremy, dinner's ready..."
Before she could finish, someone grabbed her from behind.
A tall, strong body, with firm lines, and a large hand wrapped around her waist from behind!
Olivia froze instantly, surrounded by his masculine presence and the smell of alcohol.
It took her a moment to realize it was Jeremy. His breath was hot on her head, his scent mixed with the strong smell of alcohol, overwhelming her.
She panicked, trying to break free, turning to question him, "Why did you drink?"
"Are you crazy?"
"Your stomach was hurting so much earlier... and you went to drink? I told you I'd make you something to warm your stomach. Now, what's the point of eating hot food? Jeremy, you're being childish!"
Furious, she struggled to pry his iron grip off her.
But Jeremy only held her tighter, flipping her around and pinning her against the counter. His long, sexy legs pressed against her, and he grabbed her wet hand, pinning it behind her back.
She couldn't move, forced to lean into him. He lowered his head, his lips close to hers, his eyes like unmelting ice, staring at her intensely. He laughed softly, "You still care about me?"
His mocking tone carried a trace of bitterness.
He pressed his lips to hers, speaking harshly, his voice hoarse, "If you don't want to make me more miserable, Olivia, get rid of the baby. Then we'll get married. I'll keep you by my side, even if it means we torment each other for the rest of our lives!"
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