"Mrs. Sanders."
The words kept ringing in Olivia's head and had the effect of making her heart beat erratically.
"What the hell, Mrs. Sanders? That man talks out of his ass," Olivia complained with a red face. Olivia cupped her heated cheeks. She looked at her reflection in the bathroom sink mirror.
"Calm down, Oliv. Don't be so confident," Olivia muttered. 'Obviously he said those things just to help me out of trouble,' Olivia thought to herself.
She then walked out of the bathroom and was surprised to see Zayden standing there. Olivia had to blink her eyes several times.
"What's wrong with your eyes?" asked Zayden, who was standing there with his hands crossed.
"No, I think my eyes have become myopic from seeing you standing in front of the woman's bathroom door, like a pervert," Olivia taunted with her cheekiness.
"Do you think so? I'm just making sure no one bothers you anymore," Zayden said, walking ahead of Olivia.
