Olivia's voice was like a gentle breeze that swept all the tension away. Even the frown on Mason's face faded.

When Mason was angry, people who knew him would never approach him. Even Tatiana wouldn't go to him when he was enraged.

Ethan thought Mason would ask Olivia to go away. Instead, Mason said calmly, "Come in."

Olivia opened the door and walked in. She pretended not to know Ethan.

"You're here, too, Mr. Miller. It's a good thing I made plenty. Stay and try some."

It was obvious to Ethan that Olivia had deliberately come in at the nick of time to save him. Her acting had become very convincing.

"I have something else I need to do. I won't disturb Mr. Heath's rest anymore."

"Alright. You can try some next time, then."

Olivia put the cake on the table and went to the tea table. "What tea do you want to drink, Mr. Heath?"

The fluidity of Olivia's motions entranced Mason as she prepared the tea. Some long-forgotten memories emerged in his mind again.

His expression grew