"Alright, alright." Yvonne Sullivan held Ethan Lincoln back, looked at Olivia Bolton and asked, "You didn't see anything, did you?"

"See what? I didn't see anything. She suddenly ran up to me, yelled at me, and even tried to pull off my blanket to look at my body. I almost lost my innocence."

Yvonne Sullivan winked at Ethan Lincoln and said softly, "Since Olivia didn't see anything, let's let him off this time, okay?"

"Auntie, how can you believe..." Ethan Lincoln stopped halfway, suddenly understanding what her aunt meant.

The more you try to explain this kind of thing, the worse it gets. Since that jerk said he didn't see anything, it's best to just accept it.

Do you really want to force him to admit he saw everything, every last bit?

"Why did you bring this little beggar home?" Ethan Lincoln said very unhappily.

Yvonne Sullivan dragged Ethan Lincoln out by the hand and said, "Let's go out first, I'll explain it to you in a bit."

If they kept standing there, Ethan Lincoln would have no privacy at all in front of this Olivia—everything, whether it should be seen or not, had been seen by him.

"I'm not done with you." Ethan Lincoln didn't forget to threaten Olivia Bolton.

"Pervert." Olivia Bolton said angrily, "So what if I didn't let you see? And you still dare to threaten me."

Chapter 7 That Fool!

The early morning sunlight slipped mischievously through the gap in the curtains, making the room not so dark.

Olivia Bolton was the first to smell a faint fragrance, like orchid or musk, not too strong, just a light scent that was refreshing and pleasant.

He sat up and looked around at this completely unfamiliar environment.

It was a very large bedroom, at least several dozen square meters. Olivia Bolton felt it was five or six times bigger than any place he had ever lived in before. No wonder Ethan Lincoln came in to take a shower and didn't even notice a strange man on the big bed.

No, a boy.

Every item in the room was very exquisite. With the vast knowledge Olivia Bolton had absorbed, he knew that each of these things was quite valuable. Every detail showed the owner's extraordinary taste.

Compared to that overgrown bridge underpass, this was simply another world.

Olivia Bolton shook his head, unable to remember what had happened last night.

He only remembered being driven by some force, actively throwing himself toward the bullet that was fired. After that, he had no memory at all.

When he woke up, he was already lying in this room filled with a faint fragrance.

Yvonne Sullivan, it must have been her who brought him back.

"May good people have peace all their lives." Olivia Bolton prayed silently in his heart.

……

"What?" Ethan Lincoln's beautiful eyes widened in shock, "Auntie was kidnapped? And was saved by this little beggar again?"

"Yes." Yvonne Sullivan nodded, "After we went shopping yesterday, didn't I say I had an appointment? On the way back, someone was tailing me, and then I was kidnapped. Luckily, I ran into Olivia Bolton, otherwise..."

Yvonne Sullivan looked still shaken, and said softly, "The consequences would have been unimaginable."

"That's outrageous, really outrageous." Ethan Lincoln jumped up from the sofa, "Who did it? If I find out, I definitely won't let him off."

"I don't know for now, but I will definitely find out." Yvonne Sullivan shook her head, "So Olivia is my lifesaver. You should treat him... a bit more politely, okay? Just do your aunt a favor."

"That little beggar saved you, just give him some money and send him off. Do we really have to let him keep living in our house? That's so inconvenient!"

"Olivia was badly injured saving me. Where am I supposed to send him now?" Yvonne Sullivan tried to persuade her patiently, "Besides, he offended those people behind the scenes who wanted to hurt me to save me. If I kick him out now, wouldn't that be exactly what those bad guys want? That's not how we repay someone who saved our lives."

"But..."

"Let's let him stay for now. Once I find out who tried to kidnap me and bring the mastermind to justice, then we'll find another place for him, okay?"

"Auntie, I really think letting him stay is inviting a wolf into the house."

"Who's the wolf?" Yvonne Sullivan asked with a smile, "I just saw you trying so hard to pull off his blanket!"

"Auntie..." Ethan Lincoln said coquettishly.

At the dining table, the atmosphere was a bit tense.

Ethan Lincoln was still holding a grudge about what happened in the morning, puffing out her cheeks as she drank her porridge, refusing to talk to Olivia Bolton.

Olivia Bolton knew he was in the wrong and that Ethan Lincoln didn't want to see him, so he didn't try to start a conversation either.

Besides, he had more important things to do—he was very hungry and eager to fill his stomach.

Olivia Bolton had always had a big appetite, but never as much as now. Ever since that wolf-head stone entered his body, Olivia Bolton felt his appetite growing bigger and bigger. Especially every time the green light flashed and the wolf head appeared clearly, his energy was consumed even faster.

Olivia Bolton drank five bowls of thin porridge in one go, ate a big plate of buns and six fried dough sticks, and only then did he feel a little more full.