Olivia's POV
When Maxwell opened the connecting door and stepped into my room, I immediately stood up from the dresser, my heart jumping into my throat.
"Mr. Wellington," I said, keeping my voice low. "Are you alright?"
He stood in the doorway, his expression filled with shock and something I couldn't quite identify. He was still in his office clothes, his shirt tie looking like he'd been tugging at it for hours.
Did he just get back from the office? And why the hell was he looking at me like that?
"I'm fine," he said finally, his voice neutral. "I just wanted to check... the meeting with your girlfriend. Did it go well?"
The question caught me off guard. He was asking about Kira? About our supposed relationship drama?
"Yes," I said cautiously. "We talked things through. Everything's fine now."
"Good. That's... good." Maxwell's jaw tightened, and he looked like he wanted to say something else but couldn't quite form the words.
