Chapter 170: The French Riviera

Alfred guided Olivia to their favorite bench by the lake, the one that seemed to catch the last golden rays of the day. Olivia had no idea what Alfred wanted to talk about, but it seemed serious. As soon as they sat down, she became lost the tranquil ripples of the water, a soft sigh escaping her lips. It really was beautiful here; she was going to miss it when they were gone. Soon, their work there would be done and they’d all be heading back to Silvermoon headquarters she assumed. She soaked in the serene view. But Alfred? He couldn't tear his eyes away from her—the way the fading sunlight danced in her hair, how her eyes mirrored the twilight sky, a perfect blend of purples and blues. She was hot as hell, and gorgeous, and graceful, and lovely, and a big heap of sexiness all at the same time.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, the words slipping out like they were drawn from him by some magnetic force tied directly to Olivia's presence.

She turned to him, blushing. "Alfred..."

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