She didn't know when she had started to like him, maybe even love him!
Her hands began to tremble slightly, and Crossley abruptly stood up, her sudden movement startled the man for a moment. Ose Owen immediately stood up as well, putting his arm around her shoulder.
"What's wrong? Your face looks so pale..." He reached out with his other hand to touch her cheek, examining the woman's pale complexion with furrowed brows.
"It's nothing..." Crossley forced a smile at him, but it was very strained, "I want to go back and rest for a bit, you can stay here and chat with Old Sir White."
Saying that, she turned and walked towards the guest room.
Ose apologized to Theodore White and quickly followed her.
"Olivia, what's wrong?" He caught up to her in a few steps, grasped her white wrist, and pulled her into his embrace, lifting her chin with one hand.
"It's nothing, I'm fine..." Crossley turned her head away, her eyes lowered, not daring to meet his gaze.
