Chapter 200: Dinner with Hidden Tensions
(Olivia’s POV)
The atmosphere at our table grew increasingly tense as the evening progressed. Connor and Adrian engaged in what could only be described as a silent war, each trying to claim my attention through seemingly innocent conversation.
“The venison here is exceptional,” Adrian said, cutting his steak with deliberate precision. “I thought you might enjoy it, Olivia.”
Connor’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. “Olivia prefers her meat medium-rare, not well-done like that.”
I nearly choked on my moonlight wine. How did he still remember such details about my preferences?
“Actually, I’ve been eating my steaks medium lately,” I replied coolly, not wanting to give Connor the satisfaction of being right.
Miranda shifted uncomfortabl
