Chapter 393

Oliver stepped closer to examine Olivia's condition. His expression darkened as he shook his head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Blackwood. I wish I could help, but this drug is unlike anything I've seen before." The unspoken implication hung heavy in the air between them.

Liam's chest rose and fell rapidly as he processed the news. "Will her body be able to fight it off?"

Oliver's grim expression spoke volumes. "Her heart rate is already dangerously elevated. I'm not sure she can endure this alone."

Taking a deep, steadying breath, Liam gave a curt nod. "Understood. Leave us. Monitor the perimeter closely."

"Yes, sir." With a respectful bow, Oliver slipped out, closing the door with barely a sound.

Silence enveloped the room, broken only by Olivia's ragged breathing. Now alone with her, Liam reached up slowly to remove his mask.

The face revealed was strikingly handsome, though marred by a prominent scar running down his left cheek. The old wound still carried a faint reddish hue against his pale skin.

Settling beside Olivia, he took her trembling hand gently in his. His voice softened with nostalgic tenderness. "Since you're not fully aware, I'll show you my face. Don't be frightened by what you see."

Olivia had lost all sense of reality. Without warning, she surged upward, pressing against him with startling strength. With fluid, predatory grace, she straddled his lap, her movements both confident and desperate.

Liam's arms encircled her waist instinctively, his expression torn between desire and anguish. "Olivia, are you sure about this?" His question was answered when she captured his lips in a searing kiss that shattered his last shreds of resistance.

Two hours later, Liam lay back with a contented sigh, Olivia curled against his chest like an exhausted kitten. Her delicate features were relaxed in sleep, though an occasional soft whimper escaped her lips.

His fingers traced the contours of her face reverently, as if memorizing every detail. The moment felt surreal - too perfect to be real. A sharp knock shattered the peaceful silence.

"Mr. Blackwood?" Oliver's voice carried uncharacteristic hesitation through the door. "There's a media frenzy outside - major networks are here. Should we turn them away?"

Liam's response was ice-cold. "No. They're hunting for Olivia. If we don't give them something, they'll dig deeper."

Oliver couldn't suppress a muttered complaint. "Sir, this woman has turned everything upside down." Nearby, Sebastian delivered a swift kick to Oliver's shin. "Fool! What do you know of fate?"

To Sebastian, this reunion seemed like destiny's hand at work - a chance to mend what was broken. Yet with their stubborn natures and this new complication, reconciliation remained uncertain.

As the commotion outside grew louder, Olivia began to stir, her brow furrowing as consciousness returned. Liam's heart lurched when he saw her eyelids flutter. Panicked, he scrambled for his mask.

When he turned back, mask in place, he found Olivia's clear gaze locked onto his.