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“Another one,” I manage a small smile for him and press another kiss on the back of his hand. He gives me another breath, but this time, it's much deeper than the previous one.
We are getting there.
He drops his eyes to where our hands join, and I tug at his hand to indicate for him to look at me instead.
He is a good person—always has been. I know he is involved with a lot of… dubiously legal businesses, but I would never be able to see him as anything other than a good person. He is my protector. He always cares about me and about the people he loves.
“It’s not your fault,” I hush out, and he drags his butt on the clinic’s bed to sit closer to me.
“Keep doing that,” he gulps.
“Keep doing what?” I chuckle.
“You know what I mean,” he clicks his teeth, and I shrug.
“You tell me, I don’t know,” I feign ignorance.
“Stop fucking around, Olivia,” he slings his eyebrow, and I laugh, but not as hard as I would want to because of the pang in my head.
I feel lethargic but can keep doing what he has asked me to because I want to anyway.
I want to be here for him—not just for now, but always, like in the old days.
I want to be his Olivia again.
Chapter Thirteen
RONAN
Day 3
Another day, and I’m no closer to the answer I am desperately seeking.
If anything, I feel further away from it.
Rationally, initially I had thought it was Olivia, but some instinct in me kept believing she was innocent. However, every piece of evidence pointed to her.
Right now, I don’t know about anything anymore.
She couldn’t have poisoned herself.
I breathe, remembering her words to me yesterday at the clinic. I need to breathe. She asked me to, and I’ve been doing it for her sake.
I need to get it together so I can get to the root of all of this. I need to find the fucking answer, and it’s like walking in a fucking maze.
It turns out that Pedro was the one who poisoned Olivia. He had just recently replaced our old butler, who had worked for many years for my father, after his sudden death from natural causes.
I found out from the security cameras that it was him when I briefly left Olivia’s side in the clinic to come home, shower and change. I had asked Liam to go through the recordings of the previous days. Pedro knew there were cameras in the compound, and he knew what my line of work was. Nonetheless, I always kept a few cameras hidden from my employees, because you can never be too sure.
In his final moments, just seconds before I ended his life with my own hands, Pedro confessed. He had been spying on me on Ivanov's orders, infiltrating my clan and waiting for the right moment to strike.
“Something wrong with your hand?” Liam climbs the stairs to me in a dark blue shirt and jeans, holding a file in one hand and his vape in the other.
Nothing is wrong with my hand, but Olivia held and kissed it so much yesterday that I have been staring at it with a new fondness since I woke up this morning.
I miss the feeling of being toned down by her. She was always able to get me to stop spiraling and quiet down the voices in my head.
I fell asleep holding my hand last night at the clinic while keeping watch.
