For a moment, Olivia just stared at him, disbelief evident in her eyes.
"He was introduced to everyone as my uncle," Louis continued, his voice carrying a trace of bitterness, "but that was just to shield him from ridicule."
Olivia's expression softened.
She reached out and lightly patted his shoulder, her touch gentle.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly.
Louis shook his head.
"It's fine," he replied, though his clenched jaw suggested otherwise. "If anything… he probably wanted to test how serious we are."
A faint scoff escaped him.
"Or maybe he was just jealous," he added. "Trying to stir trouble… get under my skin… and mess things up between us."
Olivia rolled her eyes.
"He can keep dreaming," she said bluntly.
The moment those words left her mouth, the tension in Louis's face eased instantly.
A smile spread across his lips.
"Yeah," he said, a hint of pride in his voice. "Maybe he wanted to make me jealous… but he crossed the line the moment he tried to get close to you."
