The Forgotten Heiress Returns
"I... I can't—"
"Stop playing a victim, okay?" Oliver cut in before she could finish, smiling in a way that gave her no room to argue further. "You owe me, remember? And tonight, you will pay me back."
He snapped his eyes teasingly at her, the corner of his mouth tugging upward, entirely unbothered by the panic written plainly across her face, as though her fear amused him more than it moved him to mercy.
"Son." Came Edward's sudden voice as he crossed the last few steps toward them, his arms already opening slightly in greeting. "About time you came home."