Wes froze and shook his head. "No. Why do you ask, Sir?"
John narrowed his long and narrow eyes and said nothing.
'What the h*ll was Olivia doing in West Village?'
He did not believe she was meeting a man in such a place.
...
Zac knocked on the door after seeing John leave.
Thinking it was the caretaker, Olivia got dressed and lay down under the covers. "Come in."
Then she looked up to lock eyes with Zac.
"Mr. Quinton?"
"I came to see you these two days, but you were unconscious. How are you feeling now? Are you okay?"
Olivia nodded. "Yeah, not bad. Sleep helps the wounds heal."
The two knife wounds on her body had almost healed, and only a few small scars were left on her hands and knees. Slowly, the scars would be gone.
"Why did you go to West Village?"
Olivia paused, not expecting Zac to know about it. Then she thought for a moment and asked, "Mr. Quinton, did you save me?"
She could not imagine who else it would be.
"I..."
Zac froze and put the fruit on the table. "
