The Beginning Of All Sins

Olivia was walking a bit behind Claude, but then he stopped and turned to face her.

“Claude, what’s going on?” she asked, trying to figure out what he was up to. Although she was meek, she was certainly not a little lamb.

Noticing her scared expression, he asked with a smile. “Did I scare you?”

Olivia didn’t respond. She was definitely scared but didn’t want to admit it. Today, Claude was dressed in a white suit, looking very clean and sharp, but for some reason, Olivia felt more nervous around him than usual.

“Are you scared of me now, Olivia?” he asked, still smiling.

But before she could answer, Claude grabbed her hand firmly and started walking fast, pulling her along.

“Claude! What are you doing?” Olivia tried to get her hand back, but Claude’s grip was strong, and he kept speeding up. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Olivia felt like they were rushing, almost as if they were escaping from something. The wind was in her face, and everything around them blurred as they moved quickly. All she could hear was the sound of their heavy breathing

Finally, they stopped at the lawn outside the hotel, and Claude let go of her hand. Olivia stepped back immediately, rubbing her wrist from the grip.

Claude then surprised her by saying, “Let’s run away, Olivia.”

For a moment, Olivia felt a sense of romance despite the chaos. Then Claude came closer and added, “Let’s get away from here, with the baby.”

Olivia stepped back quickly. She remembered how dangerous Claude could be; after all, Morgan had died because of him. “Please stay away from me, Claude,” she said firmly, warning him.

Claude looked hurt; his eyes seemed misty. “Are you afraid of me?” he asked, sounding

more vulnerable than before.

Olivia kept moving back. She knew she should have been more cautious around him, especially now that her situation had changed. She stayed silent.

But Claude didn’t give up. He approached quickly, grabbing her hand again. “Come with me, Olivia. Let’s leave this place together,” he urged, desperation in his voice.

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Olivia panicked, thinking he was out of his mind. “Please, let me go,” she pleaded, trying to pull away.

Claude seemed to deflate with her struggle, his face showing pain as he finally released her

hand.