hapter 49: The Past Unveiled, The Heart Softened–1


    Chapter 49: The Past Unveiled, The Heart Softened


    (Connor’s POV)


    I took a slow sip of my wine, deliberately keeping my tone indifferent as I avoided Olivia’s curious gaze.


    “No one. Ethan was talking nonsense,” I said, hoping to end the conversation before it


    began.


    Olivia’s clear amber eyes turned toward me, her expression pretending to be fierce


    though I could see the yfulness behind it.


    “Con, don’t shut me out. I want to hear what Ethan Quinn has to say.”


    I fell silent immediately. Despite my reluctance, I couldn’t deny her anything when she


    looked at me that way.


    (Olivia’s POV)


    The private room at the restaurant buzzed with casual teasing and warm


    camaraderie. Ethan Quinn’s joking words gradually peeled back theyers of Connor’s


    protectiveness over me.


    “Look at him,” Ethanughed, gesturing toward Connor with his wine ss.


    <i>“</i>Completely whipped man. One look from Olivia and he caves instantly.”


    Gabriel Andrews quipped with a knowing smile, “You don’t understand. Whipped men


    love their partners, not fear them.”


    Gentleughter rippled through the room as Reba, my childhood friend, softly


    added, “That’s right, Connor is a wife–doting maniac. Always has been when ites


    to Olivia.”


    Ethan then shifted the conversation, his expression turning more serious. “By the


    way, Olivia, those two sleazy businessmen who harassed you before–Harold


    ckwood and Dous/Thornton? They’ve been investigated.”


    “Both are now detained for economic crimes,” he continued, a satisfied smirk ying


    on his lips. “Theirpanies are being systematically dismantled by Connor’s


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    connections.”


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    I nibbled a piece of venison, feeling a mixture of pride, satisfaction, and justice wash over me. “They deserved it. Serves them right.”


    “Absolutely!” Ethan enthusiastically echoed in agreement.


    I realized we’d digressed from the original topic. My amber eyes sharpened with renewed interest as I pressed again, “Ethan, you still haven’t told me–who did <i>Connor </i>


    nearly kill back then?”


    Ethan hesitated, stealing a nervous nce at Connor, whose ice–blue eyes had narrowed dangerously. Despite this, Ethan answered honestly: “Seemed like


    someone named Liam Davidson.”


    The name hit me like a physical blow. Memories surged vividly in my mind, transporting me back to my high school years at Riverdale High.


    My close friend Emma Thompson had to transfer to an ordinary public school after


    her family suffered financial misfortunes. Out of loyalty, I often waited at Emma’s new


    school to meet her after sses.


    There, a notorious bully named Liam Davidson, who fancied himself a leader because


    of his family’s modest business, began to harass Emma. He wanted to im her as his girlfriend despite her obvious difort and fear.


    One evening, Liam chased Emma all the way to the school gate, only to encounter me


    waiting there. Spotting me, his depravity grew bolder.


    He blocked my way, spouted vile obscenities, and demanded my contact information.


    He threatened and humiliated me publicly as students passed by indifferently, none willing to challenge the aggressive young man.


    Terrified but desperate, I bluffed that I had a powerful brother. I called Connor Rivers,


    whom I barely knew at the time, boasting aloud about his ferocity and connections to


    scare Liam away.


    To my surprise, within minutes, the deputy principal and dean arrived, dragging Liam and his followers away. Afterward, Emma told me she never saw Liam again at


    school.


    Curious now, I turned to Connor and asked, “Did you summon the school authorities


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    that day?”


    “Yes,” he replied simply, his voice controlled.


    I sensed there was more to the story. “And then <i>you </i>beat up Liam Davidson?”


    (Ethan Quinn’s POV)


    I couldn’t contain my excitement to share the story despite Connor’s warning re. I


    jumped in enthusiastically.


    “Oh man, you should have seen it! Connor was ying basketball with me when he received Olivia’s call. Without hesitation, he dropped everything and dragged me


    twenty kilometers to the school.”


    I gestured animatedly, recalling Connor’s expression. “He was already bristling with


    protective rage before we even arrived.”


    “Liam Davidson had no idea who Connor was–the Rivers family heir! The i***t


    remained foul–mouthed and arrogant when confronted.” My voice dropped lower as I


    recalled his disgusting words. “He was leering, saying, ‘That little girl’s just my type, skin soft enough <i>to </i>pinch water out of, that tiny waist looks good for riding–one day,


    I’ll have her writhing for me-”


    I saw Olivia’s face pale at the vulgar description. Connor’s jaw tightened dangerously.


    “Before he could finish his filth, a vicious shout burst out as Connor’s fist silenced his obscenity mid–sentence.” I punched the air for emphasis. “Like a man possessed, Connor pummeled Liam with ruthless precision, targeting vital spots.”


    I shook my head, still amazed by the memory. “He moved so fast and fierce that Liam soon crumpled helplessly on the ground. His agonized shrieks faded into


    unconsciousness.”


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