Fit For Your Love (Olivia and Everett)

Brayden went back to the box.
Hearing something, Olivia looked at him and said, “You’re back?”
“Yes.”
“Is there something wrong? If anything happens, you can leave first.”
He went out for so long, and she guessed what was going on.
“It’s okay.I just met my uncle and aunt,” said Brayden.
“Ah, well, I thought you were busy,’ Olivia said with a gentle smile.
Brayden looked at her with gentle eyes.
“Do you know what I just said?” he asked.
Olivia asked, “What?”
“I asked them to come and eat with us.’ Assoonas he said that, the smile on Olivia’s face froze.
How could she not understand what Brayden meant? Meeting his family meant...
Suddenly, Brayden burst out laughing.Olivia was confused.
“You...”
“I’m kidding you.Look at how scared you are.Your face turned white in fear.”
Olivia breathed a sigh of relief and said, “You really scared the shit out of me”
Then she took a glass of water to drink.Looking at her fair face, which was so smooth, Brayden smiled bitterly.
‘Olivia, it’s been two years.When will you accept me?’ he thought to himself.
After finishing eating, Brayden sent Olivia back to DF Company and left.

On this side, Everett sent Melody back to the set.
She had an advertisement to shoot later.
Melody was a famous model in the fashion world.
With a proud figure, a delicate face, and a strong aura, she was the queen on the runway.
At the same time, she was also a senior fashion designer.
But in the past two years, when she entered the entertainment industry, she had less contact with clothing.
But no one could shake her position in the fashion world.
Melody unbuckled his seat belt and kissed him on the face.
“Don’t need to pick me up at night,” she said to Everett.
“Alright.’ She got out of the car and walked in.
Soon the car drove away.Melody stopped, turned to look at the car leaving, and narrowed her eyes.
‘‘Everett, I won’t let you leave me” she thought.
Not long after Everett’s car drove out, his phone rang.He pressed his Bluetooth.
“Hello,” he said over the phone.
“Mr.Weston, you’re invited to attend a charity auction three days later.Do you want to go?”
“For what?”
“I heard they are auctioning Master Rushi’s ink paintings.”
“I’m in,” Everett said.
“Okay.”
Davis called back and told the other party that Everett would attend the charity auction in three days.

In fact, there were many charity auctions like this, but he didn’t tell Mr.Weston every time.
Recently, Mr.Weston’s grandfather will have his 80th birthday party soon, and he loved Master Rushi’s paintings.