Ewan Zimmerman watched Olivia Zane's panic unfold before his eyes. Nathan Moore slightly curved his lips, affectionately pinching Olivia Zane's nose, "Alright, I'll let you off this time, but next time, I won't let you get your way so easily!"
Having said that, he turned over and lay down beside her, staring at the ceiling above, but from the corner of his eye, he clearly saw Olivia Zane's relieved demeanor.
After catching her breath briefly, Olivia Zane climbed out of bed without even bothering to straighten her disheveled hair, "Nathan, I won't disturb your rest anymore."
With that, Olivia Zane hurriedly left, perhaps still not fully recovered, stumbling as she rushed out of the room.
Closing the door, Olivia Zane leaned against it, pressing her hand against her chest and taking deep breaths.
That was too dangerous just now... Fortunately, he didn't force anything.
