"Quick-tempered?" Victor Williams suddenly laughed coldly, "He's just as flirtatious as I am."
The atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly turned tense.
Madam Williams glared at him, "You still have the nerve to say that!"
Victor Williams pouted.
Olivia Williams seemed oblivious to their conversation, nodded, and said softly, "I know, I'll meet him this weekend."
Madam Williams chuckled and gave Victor a glare.
Victor's face turned cold.
Not long after—
They finished dinner.
After sending his girlfriend outside, Victor returned, looking around, but didn't see Olivia.
With a stiff face, he went upstairs.
He went directly to Olivia's room and knocked twice on the door.
"Who?"
"It's me."
Olivia naturally recognized his voice, paused a moment, and said mildly, "I'm asleep."
"Open the door."
"I told you I'm asleep."
"Will you open the door or not?"
"No."
"..."
Victor, feeling stifled, gritted his teeth, stopped knocking, and turned to the room next door.
