“Orson, Orson.” In the classroom, Olivia poked Orson’s arm.
“Hmm? Ah, what is it, Olivia?” Orson woke up, looked at Olivia, and showed a confused expression.
Subsequently, Olivia pointed at the podium.
On the podium, a well-dressed old gentleman was standing there, his stern gaze directed towards Orson.
Orson had been dozing off.
“Student Orson, where did I just lecture up to?”
“Uh...” Orson stood up, unsure what to say.
He had been quite busy these past few days, and with the midterm exam coming up tomorrow, he was simply too tired to resist sleeping during this usually useless Imperial History class.
Although Orson had a perfect score in Imperial History, the Imperial History teacher was particularly strict, not giving his “favorite student” any leeway. If Orson dared to skip class, he would dare to have Therese call him to the office.
At this mont, Olivia pushed her book forward, placing it in front of Orson.
She had deliberately drawn a horizontal line on the content in the book with a pen, making it easy for Orson to see.
“Responding to the teacher, you were just lecturing about...”
Orson followed the line Olivia had drawn and continued speaking.
“Alright, sit down,” the teacher nodded.
How could he not see Olivia helping Orson? However, as the best student in the class, and always polite to him, he decided to give Orson so face and not point it out.
He just hoped that this incident would make Orson a little more alert and not fall asleep during every history class, yet still get perfect scores. That would easily discourage other students’ motivation to learn.
...
After class, Orson and Olivia returned to the student council office to eat.
“Thank you so much, Olivia,” Orson said, showing a grateful smile.
“It’s nothing,” Olivia didn’t take the matter too seriously. “Let’s not even ntion our relationship as fiancé and fiancée. As your deskmate, is there anything wrong with helping you out?”
“However, Orson, why do you seem so listless today?” Olivia asked with confusion.
To put it bluntly, he looked like he had been stolen from by a succubus.
Could it be that Litte had acted against Orson these past few days?
“Uh, because I’ve been busy with many things recently. Preparing for the exam myself is fine; I usually don’t need too much ti for review. But I need to help Litte review his studies, and also help a friend of mine with comrcial issues, plus the beastn problem from my family’s side. In short, it’s really troubleso...”
Orson’s words weren’t false. While everyone else could finally relax and rest after the Mudrick incident temporarily concluded, Orson himself was almost worked to the bone.
“I see...” Olivia felt a pang of heartache upon hearing this. “You’ve been working too hard these past few days, Orson.”
She reached out across the table and gently stroked Orson’s face.
Seeing Olivia’s actions, Orson’s face flushed, but he didn’t stop Olivia’s intimate, even slightly ambiguous gesture.
“I can’t help it. How does that saying go? With great power cos great responsibility, I suppose.”
“Right now, I can only hope that Litte can grow up quickly and beco the backbone of the family, so I can retire in peace soday.”
“Pfft, are you still thinking about retiring, Orson? Wanting to lie flat at such a young age, that’s not good, you know?” Olivia chuckled, gently pinched Orson’s cheek, then withdrew her hand.
“However, I don’t dislike the idea of you lying flat, Orson. Even if you do nothing at ho in the future, I can support you, it’s no problem.”
“It wouldn’t co to that. If I really beca that kind of person, I wouldn’t be the sa person you knew, Olivia. Besides, I also have things I want to do myself.”
“Alright, I was originally thinking I could use this chance to convince you to stay by my side directly after graduation, since you don’t want to inherit the Duke title anyway,” Olivia said, feigning regret. “However, if you really beca that way, Orson, I wouldn’t dislike you either.”
“After all, such an excellent person like you, being outside all the ti, there must be many vixen who would fall for you, right?” Olivia placed her hand on her fork. For so reason, seeing this action, Orson felt a little scared.
“Rather than having you snatched away by those little vixen, I still think it’s best for you to stay by my side.”
“For that, even if I have to use so ans to keep you by my side forever, you can understand , right, Orson?”
Good heavens, so you’re a yandere too, Olivia?
“Pfft, just kidding,” Olivia chuckled, seeing the smile on Orson’s face gradually freeze. Then, she reached out and tapped Orson’s nose.
“How could I do such an excessive thing to my beloved Orson?”
“Exactly, that kind of thinking is too dangerous,” Orson quickly added. “Besides, how could I be lured away by won outside? There’s no way sothing like that could happen.”
“Yes,” Olivia nodded. “Of course, I believe Orson isn’t that kind of person.”
After finishing their al, Olivia pointed to the sofa in the office.
“Alright, Orson, lie down there now.”
“Ah?” Orson was startled upon hearing this, then looked at Olivia. “Why?”
“Just lie down when I tell you to. Don’t ask why.”
Saying this, Olivia pulled Orson, sowhat forcefully making him lie down on the sofa.
“Close your eyes.”
“No, what exactly...”
“Close your eyes,” Olivia repeated.
“Alright, alright.” Orson agreed, thinking that perhaps this woman was having her period again today, her temper changing so quickly.
He closed his eyes. Before long, he felt a cool sensation spreading throughout his body from his temples.
“You’ve been very tired lately, haven’t you, Orson? It’s a good ti for a massage to relax, and you can take a break here while you’re at it.”
“...” Orson was silent for a while upon hearing this, then whispered, “Thank you.”
One side of his face was already red.
“No need to say thank you. This is all sothing I should do.”
“Rather, I should be thanking you, Orson, for giving an opportunity to help you.”
It wasn’t that Olivia didn’t know what Orson had been up to. As a Duke’s child herself, she had plenty of resources and could easily get information about matters outside the academy.
She knew Orson didn’t want her to interfere in this matter. Therefore, she hadn’t privately done anything that might make Orson feel unhappy.
Therefore, all she could do was act like a wife, providing him with a delicious dinner when he returned each day, chatting with him, and helping him relax.
Olivia patiently and gently massaged Orson’s head.
As Orson grew accustod to the pressure of Olivia’s massage, his body gradually relaxed.
Subsequently, he fell asleep soundly.
Olivia sat beside him, looking at Orson’s sleeping face. Then, she gently leaned down and gave Orson a light, fleeting kiss on the cheek.
Subsequently, she quickly lifted her head, her face flushed.
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