Chapter 8 Forbidden Love : The Billionaire's secret Affair

"Be careful on Yolan Street," said Olivia, watching Yolande's car as it was about to leave her residential area. She waved her hand at Yolande before she completely disappeared from her sight.

They had just returned from the orphanage in the late afternoon around two fifteen. It was exhausting, but Olivia felt a sense of satisfaction; she felt much more useful participating in social activities.

Although with small actions like giving money and food, at least Olivia had contributed to the orphanage kids because of her small deeds along with her friends in the community led by Robert.

After Yolande left, Olivia went straight into the house and closed the door. In the living room, she stopped and sat down because she noticed a package box there.

Although she was afraid to open the package, curiosity drove Olivia to want to open it. So, to satisfy her curiosity, Olivia dared to open the package.

"What's inside the package?" Olivia murmured to herself with high curiosity.

Without much thought, Olivia slowly opened the package.

"What is this?" Olivia murmured softly as she opened the cubic-shaped box containing a set of clothes she didn't own.

Ignoring the clothes, she was more interested in a piece of paper tucked among the clothes.

"Leo? Is this from Leo?" Olivia murmured in disbelief.

"Oh my, why would he give this to me? What's his intention?" Olivia said incredulously, also showing her disapproval after finding out who the sender of the package was. This was evident when Olivia immediately put back the set of clothes she had opened into the box and closed it again.

Don't forget the piece of paper with the sender's name and a few sentences; Olivia also put it back into the box.

Leo was one of the men who tried to approach Olivia besides Derrick. He had been trying to get close to Olivia for the past few months, but Olivia never responded because she never tried to get close to any man as it wasn't important to her.

Leo had sent things before, like flowers, but the difference was that there was a sender's mark at that time, whereas now there wasn't, although there was a piece of paper inside that made Olivia ultimately know who had sent her the package.

And Olivia reluctantly accepted the flowers from Leo because she didn't know how to return them to him. But now, Olivia really didn't want to accept any gifts from Leo anymore because she didn't want him to have any hope.

"So troublesome!" Olivia exclaimed after sighing heavily. She immediately got up from her seat without taking the gift box from Leo. Her intention was to return the package by sending it back to Leo's address; fortunately, Olivia knew where Leo's house was.

Now Olivia wanted to take a shower because she felt extremely sticky after activities outside her house. Later in the evening, Olivia might directly take her package to the post office to be sent to Leo's address.

"Just adding to my mental load," muttered Olivia again as she reached her room, still thinking about the gift package from Leo. Olivia felt like disappearing so she wouldn't keep getting approached by Leo or other men trying to get close to her.

Her intention to take a shower earlier turned out to be just a plan without action. Evidence was now Olivia lying down on her soft bed, which she had missed since earlier.

"Huffh!" Olivia sighed heavily while staring at the ceiling of her room.

*****

Later that night, in a luxurious house which was the residence of the Stone family, Alexander entered with a nonchalant expression.

He headed straight to the living room, but no one was there, so Alexander took the initiative to go to the dining room. Usually, like tonight at seven, his family would be having dinner.

"Alex!"

The voice came from a middle-aged woman sitting at one of the dining table chairs. She was the first to notice Alexander's presence in the dining room.

"Oh my, Alex! Just remembered to come home?"

Alexander winced slightly, rubbing his ears which were ringing a bit from hearing the shout from the middle-aged woman sitting across from the three-headed woman.

"Sorry, Mom," Alexander said softly as he approached the middle-aged woman, whom he affectionately called Mommy.

He briefly kissed one of her cheeks. There was no mistaking that the middle-aged woman was Merryana Stone, Alexander's birth mother.

The three-headed woman sitting across from Alexander's mother was his older sister, Berlyanna Patric. She was the eldest child of the Stone family, but she was already married and had children of her own.

The Stone family only had two children, Berlyn and Alexander. So, Alexander's only sibling was his married sister, who now lived separately with her own family.

Meanwhile, Berlyn had two children, a boy and a girl, but neither of them was present now, nor was Berlyn's husband. The only ones at the dining table were Alexander's parents and Berlyn.

Alexander's father, Timothy Stone, had been silently observing the interaction between his wife and son.

"He's so arrogant now, Mom, rarely comes home as if he's forgotten his family," Berlyn remarked, aiming to stir up tension at the dining table. She had a habit of provoking Alexander.

Since two years ago, Alexander no longer lived with his family. He had been living in his own apartment, even though he already had a luxurious house ready to be lived in. Unfortunately, Alexander chose to live in an apartment that wasn't as spacious as the luxury house he had bought several years ago.

So, only Timothy and his wife lived in the Stone family residence. Their two children lived separately, although Alexander wasn't yet married.

Berlyn's remark about Alexander rarely coming home was true. Lately, Alexander rarely visited his original home because he was too busy with work. This weekend was the first time in a while that he had returned home, even though he had to go back to the apartment tomorrow because he had to work again.

However, besides Alexander, Berlyn also sometimes visited their original family home. She might be busy with her own family and career abroad. Specifically, she lived with her small family in Los Angeles.

But Berlyn always made time to visit their original home, unlike Alexander who sometimes seemed indifferent because he was too busy with work.

"You should take a look in the mirror, you rarely come home too!" Alexander retorted sarcastically to Berlyn, who initially intended to stir up tension.