Olivia's throat constricted at Christopher's question. She knew she'd have to move into his house eventually, now that they were married. Christopher's eyes narrowed, his gaze intensifying as he awaited her response. But the longer he waited, the more it seemed like she was hesitant to answer.
"I asked a question, Olivia," he said, his voice low and even, but with a hint of impatience. The way he said her name sent a shiver down her spine.
"Can I...have until the weekend?" Olivia stammered, her heart racing. "I'll move in then."
Christopher sighed, ruffling his hair. "Weekend it is then," he said, his voice filled with resignation. He turned and walked out of the room, the other person following closely behind. Olivia watched him leave, relief settling over her. His presence always made
