Olivia
As we reached the car, packed with shopping bags, a good-looking guy suddenly came up behind Liam and hugged him from the back.
"When did you get here? You didn’t even attend our wedding," Liam remarked, half-amused, half-annoyed.
“Meet my wife, Olivia James,” Liam said with a casual motion toward me.
The guy pulled back, giving Liam a quick nod before extending his hand toward me. “I’m Ronan, his friend and cousin,” he said with a grin.
I shook his hand, offering a polite smile. “Nice to meet you,” I said.
He looked me up and down, his gaze lingering a little too long for comfort. I could feel the weight of his scrutiny, as if I had just been placed under a microscope.
For a moment, I wondered if he didn’t quite like me. His expression remained unreadable, but something in h
