CHAPTER 56: HE'S NOBODY

Xenia did not mind the presence of an outsider, Olive.Her pent-up discontent seemed to find an outlet, and she poured out her complaints. She also said in a somewhat heartless way, "my brother said that sacrificing his marriage alone is enough, and there is no need to sacrifice my happiness. Hey, Ivy, if I really have to run away one day, how about I run to you? You'll take me in, won't you?"

She was a child after all. She began to shake Ivy's leg pitifully.

Olive was dejected. Look, this was the love of the rich. If it's cheap, but the betrothal presents and dowry were worth a fortune, but it’s expensive, it seemingly could be bought cheaply and sold cheaply. Thus, Alan, even though I still remember you and you still miss me, there was no future between us.

You couldn’t let go of your responsibilities, and I couldn’t ignore the lives of my family and the contempt in your mother's eyes. Annie, she was the only precious gift you have left me. I named her Annie because I wanted her to grow up safe and sound. I wanted her to live a normal life, healthy and happy. So forgive me for not telling you who she was. I was afraid you would have to fight me for custody. I didn’t want her to be unable to live her own life as a child, and I didn’t want her to be unable to live her own life as an adult, too.

"Olive, you seem to have something on your mind." Ivy’s hand was on the steering wheel and he found that Olive looked strange in the rearview mirror.

Olive came to herself with a slight sigh. "It's nothing," she said. "But I suddenly feel, involuntarily, this is a very cruel word."

"Olive, do you like anyone?" Xenia turned from her copilot's seat and looked at Olive. She hesitated a little.

Olive knew what she meant. Olive chuckled, "I used to like someone."

But that's a secret.

"What do you mean you used to like someone?" Xenia frowned.

Ivy knew that Olive didn’t want to answer this question. He reached out and turned Xenia's face back, “little girl, don't pry into adults' privacy.”

Xenia glared at him, "well, I'm only four years and seventeen days younger than you. Can you stop take advantage of your seniority? "

Olive stunned, "you're 21 years old? I really don't know."

"If you look at her face, you may think that she is a high school student." Ivy laughed.

Xenia grumbled, "it's not my fault that I have a baby face."

Olive laughed, "it's so nice to have a baby face. Girls are afraid of getting old, and being eroded by time, but baby-faced people have a natural anti-aging advantage. It always looks so young and lovely with a baby face."

"Olive, you're a good talker. Although my baby face is cute, but no one loves me." Xenia signed heavily, turned her face sideways and glanced at Ivy.

Ivy quipped, "but I heard someone tell me yesterday that your pursuers can line up from the street to the end of the street. Your choice of spouse is too demanding.”

"Those people," Xenia said scornfully, "well, they're either playboys or social climbers. None of them really like me. They are good at beer and skittles, but they are not suitable for a relationship. "

"What kind of people do you like?" Ivy asked casually.

"I like people like you, okay? You are handsome, pretty, cultured, and not domineering." Xenia smiled and glowed.

Although the girl was a little headstrong, she was very clever. She knew what she wanted and what she didn’t want. But it was her cleverness, and the fact that she was born into such a family, that made Olive worry about Xenia's future. It could be hard.

Under Xenia's guidance, the car was parked in front of an unobtrusive building with two unassuming words flickering under the neon lights: left shore.

When she went in, she knew there was an altogether different world. Olive only thought of these words: a hot spot for consumption.

Xenia, apparently a regular visitor, she led them to their private room on the second floor. In the private room, young men and women have been playing in the dim light. She met several of them at the party..

These people oiled their feet pretty quickly.

"These are my friends. You don't have to be too polite with them. You have to eat well and have fun." Xenia was like a host, and she did not look like a gentle young lady at all.

Ivy slightly disagreed and wanted to shake his head.

A woman glanced at him and smiled, "Xenia, where did you meet this handsome guy? I have a crush on him. " Têxt belongs to .

"Well, you’re a sex maniac. Don't frighten my friend. He's the escort that my brother sent to protect me. None of you should try to bully him.

Laughter filled the room.

After introductions, Olive failed to remember their names after all. She was only a passer-by in this city, and would not stay long. Although people said that the more friends you had, the better, but she had no interest in talking to these young princes and princesses of the rich second, third or even fourth generations.

However, when she looked at these young men and women, who were flaunting their youth, she suddenly wanted to get drunk.

Ivy, when he was pestered by Xenia to sing with her on stage, Olive sat in the corner and drank alone.

The phone vibrated in the pocket. Olive turned on her phone. There was a message from Alan: Where are you?

She typed the words of left shore. But she thought about it for a while, she deleted the words, turned off the phone and continued drinking quietly.

She was upset because of this man, wasn't she? When he asked her where she was, why she had to tell him where she was?

Who was he for her? He's her superior, her boss, and the father of her child. Besides, he had nothing to do with her.