Chapter 153

"How do you know I don't?" Atticus' tone was indifferent.

Olivia's heart tightened, her face turning pale. "So, you already have a girlfriend?"

'Of course, how could such an excellent and charming man not have women around him?' She thought to herself.

Atticus didn't want her to look down on him, but seeing Olivia's discomfort, he felt an inexplicable irritation. "I'm just teasing you. I have no such plans at the moment."

"Really?" Olivia was about to be overwhelmed by her emotional roller coaster.

She couldn't bear the thought of another woman lying beside him, having sex with him. Just thinking about it drove her crazy.

"Yes." Atticus' response was still cold, but Olivia believed him, knowing he wouldn't bother to hide such things from her.

The car soon arrived outside the filming location, and Atticus parked at the entrance. "Get out."

Reluctantly, Olivia began to unbuckle her seatbelt, dragging her feet as she hesitated to open the car door.

She had finally gotten a little alone time with him, and now they were parting. Who knew when she would see him again? She didn't want to leave just like that.

His casual response earlier had made her even more certain of her feelings to him.

She liked him to the point of no return, so much so that she couldn't forget him all these years, nor could she start a new relationship.

Just as Atticus was about to get out and see her off, Olivia suddenly straddled him, pinning him to the seat.

In the limited space of the car, any movement she made would rub against his private parts.

And she was completely unaware, wriggling on top of him. "Atticus, what's done is done. Why can't you just agree to be with me?"

Olivia's domineering words shocked Atticus.

But before he could say anything, Olivia cupped his face and kissed him hard.

The car was still running, and the steering wheel was right in front. Atticus didn't dare push Olivia away for fear of hurting her or alarming passersby, so he could only let her have her way with him.

Her hot lips felt like they were electrifying him, and the moment they touched, Atticus lost all his strength.

He gazed deeply at Olivia, whose face was flushed but who was bold to the point of recklessness.

The deeper Olivia kissed, the more she teased him with her tongue when he didn't respond.

She kept doing it until Atticus couldn't help but suck on her tongue, hard.

Olivia's tongue went numb from his sucking, and a soft moan escaped her lips.

That sound seemed to bring Atticus back to his senses. He wanted to stop this madness, but Olivia sensed it and held him tightly.

As she moved, she accidentally brushed against a hot, hard object.

The strange sensation grew under her buttocks until she clearly felt its size, making her blush.

Her body felt like it was on fire, burning intensely.

But she wouldn't allow herself to give up halfway. Biting her lip, she kissed him again.

This time, Atticus' large hands pressed her against him, as if he wanted to merge her into his body. He kissed her back fiercely, taking control.

Olivia went from being the initiator to being forced to endure his relentless demands.

Passersby continued to walk by outside, while the atmosphere inside the car grew increasingly heated.

Atticus' hand slipped from her waist, moving upward toward her breast.

His kisses were so intense that Olivia couldn't help but moan. Eventually, she couldn't fight the feeling of suffocation and let go of him.

But she didn't leave immediately. Instead, she gazed at him with her now passionate, wet eyes.

She lifted her hips slightly, deliberately rubbing against his legs, which was blatant seduction that was even worse than her behavior the night before.

As a normal man, Atticus couldn't be unaffected by her actions, but his years of military training told him he couldn't continue.

He had already made a mistake in his impulsiveness; now he had to stop.

"Olivia, do you know what you're doing? Get off!" Atticus' body was tense, his brow furrowed, and his tone was icy and emotionless.

But Olivia had already lowered her pride to this extent; she wouldn't be scared off by a few words.

The more he wanted her to leave, the more she refused to go.

If it weren't for waiting for him, she wouldn't have stayed single until now.

"No! Atticus, is it so hard to tell the truth? You have feelings for me too, don't you?" From that kiss, she was sure Atticus wasn't as indifferent as he appeared.

He had not only responded to her but had also touched her body.

If it weren't for the wrong place, he would have lost control and pinned her down.

She didn't believe he could be so out of control without feeling anything for her.

"No!" Atticus firmly denied it, his face stern. "I've told you, our age difference makes it impossible. And I'm a normal man; anyone sitting on me like this would get a reaction, understand? I've fulfilled Isabella's request. Get out."

The car, which had been filled with passion moments ago, now felt cold.

Olivia couldn't believe Atticus could be so cold-blooded.

One moment he was kissing her deeply, the next he was turning against her.

She clearly felt that he had felt the same way she did; he had a strong physical reaction to her.

If he didn't like her even a little, how could he have held her so tightly and kissed her?

Olivia even felt a bit of joy, realizing her years of secret love weren't one-sided after all.

So, until Atticus gave her a direct answer, she wouldn't get out of the car.

Her wriggling body was driving Atticus crazy. He lifted her and placed her back in the passenger seat.

He told her very seriously, "Olivia, I'll say this one last time. I'm thirteen years older than you. To me, you're no different from Isabella. I won't have any extra thoughts about you. I didn't make it clear before because I thought you were just a child, but now you must know there's absolutely no possibility between us. I won't marry a woman so much younger than me. Understand?"