In reality—
He saw Olivia's frown and felt a bit worried.
But he really couldn't help making a comment.
Olivia ignored him, got up from the bed, and went to the dressing room.
She took out two pieces of clothing and said indifferently, "You just stay here then. I won't keep you company. I'm going to take a shower first."
Victor's gaze was locked on her, and he remained silent.
In his sight—
Olivia had already gone into the bathroom, and with a crisp sound, locked the door from inside.
"Tch." Victor rolled his eyes in frustration, feeling bored, and wanted to leave the room.
The sound of running water came from the bathroom.
He hesitated and then didn't feel like leaving anymore, so he simply sat down in front of the vanity table.
Olivia didn't care much for dressing up, and didn't have many things. Since he was bored, he took everything she had and examined each item.
He wasn't impressed.
What brand are these? He hadn't even heard of them.
Too shabby!
