Olivia Sparks - Volume 1 Chapter 140 Devastatingly Hotter Version

“I’ll wait for you outside.” Maxen buried his face on the side of her head, inhaling her apple-scented hair. His hand was rubbing her back the entire time until the royal physician cleared his throat to signal them to hasten up.

Lying down on the CT scan bed, Olivia’s hooked pinky wouldn’t let go of Maxen’s. However, he reminded her, “Baby, let’s make this quick, okay?” He dipped his head, whispering in her ears, “And everyone’s sleepy. This was a last-minute request that I made.”

Understanding the situation, Olivia finally let go of his hand, closing her eyes so she won’t see him leaving. She emptied her thoughts, practicing breathing exercises while the bed moved into the donut machine.

According to the royal physician, it would be a quick test and all she had to do was lie down and stay still as the machine took images of her head. All the while, she listened to the voice of the royal physician, following his instructions to a T while her CT scan was ongoing.

Time flew by and soon the CT scan bed slid out of the donut machine, where a drowsy Olivia laid still until she heard footsteps coming near her.

Helping her up from the bed, the nurse gave her a small smile applauding her, “You did great, Ms. Lin.”

“Thank you,” she replied, tugging a corner of her lips into a suppressed smile. She held onto the waiting hand of the nurse and stepped on the stool.

“There you go,” the nurse exhaled through her nose whilst kneeling down to slip Olivia’s feet into her slippers. “Doc will be here in a minute. They’re just looking over your results. Would you like a glass of water? Tea?” She shook her head in reply.

While the nurse was babbling, Olivia was lost in thought the whole time, thinking of the worst things that she could hear that night. And by the time they reached the table, she didn’t realize that Maxen and the royal physician were already inside the room, along with other doctors who had different specialties in the medical field.

He kissed the side of her head, caressing her arms as if telling her that everything would turn out fine.

Sitting beside her, Maxen weaved his hand with hers as they waited for the physician to get seated on the other side of the desk. Words were not needed as the warmth that he transferred to her cold fingers were enough to calm the erratic beating of her heart, including the abnormal churning of her stomach.

“Good news,” the royal physician trailed off, his face was radiating positivity as he traced his sight from Olivia to Maxen, and back to Olivia. “We found no tumors in your results.”

Olivia exhaled through pursed lips, glancing at Maxen with a smile. “We shouldn’t be doing this big reveal in the wee hours of the morning. It’s not healthy at all,” Olivia commented, her voice was shaking from relief. Unbeknownst to her, Maxen’s hand turned white from the sheer force of her squeezing it. She glanced at Maxen, raising her brows as if saying, ‘See, I told you I’m okay.’

However, just as they were about to celebrate, the royal physician continued, “But there’s one problem.” He gulped when Maxen sent him a deathly glare, wiping a bead of sweat that trickled down his temple. “Well, not really a problem, nothing that rhinoplasty couldn’t solve.”

“Oh.” Olivia’s hand flew to her nose, tracing the sharp angle.

“We found a dent in your nasal bones that’s causing pressure in one of the cartilages in your nose, and when you start thinking” he lifted a pen and made circles in the air with it, “Your brain creates a slight pressure but it was enough to strain the cartilages in your nose.”

Across the doctor, Olivia tilted his chin up, trying to remember what caused the dent in her nose, but her memory was too blurry at the moment with all the information that she’d been receiving.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Her fingers tapped her nose in a rhythmic pattern of fours that didn’t go unnoticed by Maxen.

“Baby,” he elbowed her, snapping her out from her trance.

“Oh, yes. Excuse me for that. And you were saying, Doc?”

“I’ve scheduled you an appointment with one of the best cosmetic surgeons in the country. She’ll know what to do, and, the results for your blood work won’t be available until later in the morning, so we’ll have to meet and discuss the results another day.”

Olivia’s shoulders rose and fell as she filled her lungs with air. It was then that she noticed how she was holding her breath the entire time. After hearing the results, she felt a heavyweight was lifted off of her chest, except for the puzzle of how on Earth she got a dent on her nose.

“Thank you, Doc,” Maxen and Olivia said in unison, earning them a chuckle from the royal physician.

Swatting his hand in the air, the royal physician replied, “No biggie. Anything for the Crown.”

Maxen stood first, offering a hand to Olivia as she got up from her seat. They then exchanged handshakes with the rest of the doctors and nurses that were present in the room. Soon, the once busy room was empty as everyone retreated for the night.

Inside their bedroom, Olivia just finished blow-drying her hair after taking a quick shower. When she stepped out of the ensuite, she found Maxen fast asleep on his side of the bed. A smile curled on her lips upon seeing his other arm extended to the other side meant for her to lay on.

Perching her bottoms on the edge of the bed, she watched him sleep, her hand skimming the ripples of muscle on his chest, enjoying its shallow rise and fall.

As if pulled by an invisible force, her eyes wandered to his lips and the smile on her face faded, switching her expression into an impassive oneher lips pursed and her eyes narrowed into a straight line.

Standing up, she walked over to her vanity, painting her lips rogue red. A mischievous glint flashed in her eyes as she inched closer to her side of the bed.

When she got on the bed, she faced Maxen on a side-lying position, her eyes trained on his lips.

Bracing herself, she planted a searing kiss on Maxen’s lips, smudging it with her lipstick.

“Heh,” she chuckled. “Mine.”Not satisfied with her piece of art, she planted more kisses on each corner of his mouth. Stifling the laughter in her belly upon seeing him look like a devastatingly hotter version of Joker.

“What are you doing?”

Olivia flinched when Maxen spoke with his eyes still closed.

He folded his arms, caging her in his embrace, squishing her chest in the process.

“Claiming you.” Her fingers traced his chin, down the length of his neck, grinning when she reached his protruded Adam’s apple.

In a blink of an eye, her face flushed red when Maxen grabbed her hand, guiding it down to his bulging manhood.

“Claim this one too. You don’t want it to get jealous, right?” His chest rumbled when Olivia kicked his shin before turning away from him. Hugging her from behind, he whispered in her ears, “Goodnight, baby.”

“Goodnight, Max.”

Just like the other days, Maxen’s leg jerked at exactly five in the morning. He was spacing out on the ceiling for a second, breathing in the silence of the dawn with Olivia sleeping peacefully in his arms.

He slowly pulled his arm away, and planted a kiss on her temple but was surprised to see red taint her skin. His brows furrowed as he wiped her temple clean, wondering where the stain came from.

Dragging his feet to the ensuite, a soft knock echoed from the door and he knew exactly who was behind it. Changing course, he went for the door and opened it but was met with Jack who was about to pee his pants from laughter.

“Good morning, Your Highness.” Jack cleared his throat. “Your request last night is on the front page as we speak.”

“Good. Good.” Maxen bobbed his head, his hands on either side of his h.i.p.s. Foregoing the need to wash his face because he was in a good mood, Maxen stepped out of the bedroom and strutted to the gym room for his morning exercise.

“Your High Your Highness!” Jack called forth halting Maxen from his step.

“What?”

However, just as Jack was to open his mouth, echoes of rushed footsteps vibrated in the foyer, raising Maxen’s eyebrow.

Who could be visiting him at such an early hour?

His footsteps soon brought him down the main entrance of the mansion where his mother arrived, a pocket square in hand as she shed tears. But her tears soon turned into a fit of booming laughter at the sight of his son.

“Heol. Is this why you called the royal physician last night?” she commented, wiping Olivia’s lipstick off of his face.