Chapter 149: Killian’s Confession Plan Was Ruined
(God’s POV)
Olivia was stunned! “Matthew?”
The file in her hand slipped from the sofa. Matthew noticed the document on top, titled ‘Will, and the frustration that had been stuck in his throat suddenly eased. He understood that it was her mother’s will that had prevented her from throwing Theodore out earlier.
“You haven’t taken your moonlight herbs yet,” Matthew said calmly.
He settled Olivia down and went to pour her some warm water. As he turned away, Olivia’s face grew warm. The spot on her ribs where he had held her still tingled with his warmth and the memory of his firm grip.
She quickly composed herself, picked up the file, and took the herbs from his large, dry palm. After putting the empty glass down, she placed the documents in her suitcase.
In the bathroom, she washed the tear stains from her face, changed into a comfortable dress, and tied up her messy hair. Seeing her pale reflection, she applied some lipstick.
When she emerged, she looked like a fresh–faced university student. “They must be getting impatient,” she said, ready to leave.
As Olivia prepared to leave, Matthew rose to his feet. “Did Killian invite you, or did he invite us as a mated pair?”
The Alpha King wanted to tag along for a free meal? Olivia was shocked; countless people were desperate for an invitation from him. She remembered that several of Killian’s research projects with the Shadow Syndicate had been rejected. This was the perfect opportunity.
“He invited you too!” she said, lightly taking Matthew’s arm, afraid he would change his mind.
Matthew glanced at her small hand on his arm and simply replied, “Mm.”
They walked out arm–in–arm, looking very much like a mated pair. The sight sparked the imagination, especially since Olivia had changed her clothes, Matthew’s shirt collar was noticeably wrinkled, and a faint scratch was visible on his neck, as if from a passionate struggle.
Seeing this, Killian’s face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
On the way to Killian’s villa, Elara happily confirmed that he had invited both her “Aunt Olivia” and “Uncle Matthew” for lobster. The pup was clever; she knew her surrogate mother was going to be mated to Matthew and that she needed his uncle’s permission to visit the Umbral Vault.
Killian’s expression soured even more. Elara insisted on sitting in Matthew’s bulletproof car, actually squeezing Olivia and Matthew together.
Elara was curious about the car and directly grabbed Matthew’s gun. Olivia gasped, but Matthew calmly stopped her.
“Let her play,” he said softly, “It’s not loaded, and there are no silver bullets.”
He handed the weapon to the stunned Elara. Seeing Olivia’s sincere and happy smile as Elara played, Matthew’s anger- because she cried during treatment, because of Theodore’s scent, because of everything she had hidden from him–all disappeared.
He pulled a ring box from his pocket and placed a well–fitting diamond moonstone ring on her finger.
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“Matthew?” she asked in surprise.
“You prefer moonstone rings, right?” he asked.
She explained that she liked the diamond ring he had previously given her but was just afraid of losing it. Realizing that if she refused, he would buy her another one, Olivia reluctantly accepted this stunning five–carat heart–shaped diamond
moonstone ring.
When they arrived at the Vance Athenaeum, Olivia was amazed to find Killian’s villa beautifully decorated with colorful lights and pink balloons, a jazz melody floating through the air. It was clearly not a casual invitation.
“Professor prepared this especially for you, Cipher,” Cain said, his joyful expression collapsing the moment he saw
Matthew.
“Alpha King… you came too,” he stammered, exchanging a panicked look with Gina.
Inside, the two assistants whispered frantically, “Why is the King here?” “We’re doomed, that ‘I LOVE YOU‘ sign is still up, take it down!” “What if he finds out we’re helping the professor pry his corner…”
The whispers faded as Olivia and Matthew entered. On the table, Killian served a salt–baked lobster.
“I made this myself,” he said, just as she was about to reach for it, Matthew placed a bowl of black fish soup in front of
her.
“She is taking medication,” he calmly said to Killian, then turned to Olivia. “You need to watch your diet.”
Despite her mouth watering, Olivia obediently nodded in agreement.
The atmosphere grew even more tense when Gina brought out the cake. It was a pink, heart–shaped cake with a message written in icing: “I love you, Livy.” The signature below read: Killian!
The room fell silent. Gina dropped the cake cover, and Elara’s toy fell with a clatter.
All eyes darted to Matthew, whose gaze had turned to ice as he stared down Killian. Mortified, Olivia tried to salvage the
situation.
“The cake shop must have made a mistake! Professor would never have ideas about a mated woman…” She laughed
awkwardly.
Matthew’s voice was laced with frost. “Oh? It seems he loves to snatch mated women.”
Olivia froze, remembering Killian’s past advances. She grabbed the plastic knife and smeared the incriminating words off
the cake.
“He really didn’t mean it,” she insisted, giving Killian a sharp glare.
Matthew watched their silent exchange, his eyes narrowing as he saw Olivia’s hand resting on Killian’s arm to hold him back. He stood up, his tall frame casting an intimidating shadow over the table.
“That’s enough for today,” he said, his arm wrapping around Olivia’s waist. “Let’s go back.”
His glance was a clear warning that his patience had run out. Olivia, now quiet as a mouse, began to follow him out.
But her wrist was suddenly grabbed, and she was pulled back by a firm force. Killian’s voice was defiant as he faced the Alpha King.
“Matthew, you used your status to seduce Livvy and registered a mate relationship with her. But Livie doesn’t love you at all. You cannot force her to hold a formal mating ceremony and become your mate.”
