<b>Chapter </b><b>206</b><b>: </b><b>Gifts </b><b>and </b>Boundaries
Chapter 206: Gifts and Boundaries
(Olivia’s POV)
Connor Rivers brought over three more paper boxes and ced them on the table in front of me. I looked
stunned at the additional containers.
“There are so many more? Aren’t there only two cases? This is already five boxes of materials.”
Connor smiled, his ice–blue eyes twinkling with mischief. “The three boxes aren’t filled with case materials.
Open them and see.”
I felt suspicious but reached out and opened the first box. Inside, I found a high–end luxury brand <i>logo </i>staring
back at me.
My fingers traced the elegant embossing as confusion filled my mind. This definitely wasn’t legal
documentation.
I opened the boxpletely and found a tinum White Crocodile Leather Handbag inside. The exquisite
craftsmanship and pristine white leather practically glowed under the office lighting.
I immediately looked at Connor with questioning amber eyes. “What is this?”
Connor smiled warmly. “It’s a gift for you. Today is Full Moon Festival, and I want you to have what other
mated couples have.”
His voice carried the gentle authority of an Alpha trying to court his intended mate. The sincerity in his tone
made my heart skip unexpectedly.
“Connor, we’re not a mated pair. You don’t need to give me gifts.”
Connor put his hands in his pockets, his posture rxed but determined. “I need to give gifts to court
females. I don’t want to get anything for free.”
His wolf was clearly pushing him to pursue me properly. The traditional courting behavior felt both touching
and overwhelming.
I sighed and looked at him seriously. “Connor, we can’t go back to the past. So many things have happened
between us. We’ve gone too far, and we can’t go back.”
“I haven’t gone too far,” Connor said firmly. “I’ve been waiting for you to turn back.”
Connor stepped closer to me and leaned down, supporting himself with his hands on either side of me on the
sofa. His Alpha presence enveloped mepletely.
He stared at me with intense ice–blue eyes. “Reconcile with me, Olivia.”
I avoided his prating gaze, my heart racing from his proximity. “What are you doing? You already have Miranda ckwood.”
“Miranda is just an outsider, a business partner,” Connor said dismissively. “Reconcile with <b>me</b>.
My heart beat faster as his familiar cedar scent surrounded me. My thoughts began <b>to </b>wander <b>as </b><b>his </b><b>warmth </b>made my wolf restless beneath my skin.
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The intensity of his stare and the closeness of his body created an almost maic pull. I <b>could </b>feel <b>my </b>resolve weakening under his determined pursuit.
At that moment, my phone rang, pulling me back to reality like a cold ssh of water. The caller ID <b>showed </b>
Richard Winters.
I gestured “hush” to Connor, who looked at me with interest. His wolf ears practically perked up with <b>curiosity </b>at the interruption.
“Hello, Father,” I answered, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Olivia, why haven’t you arrived home yet?” Richard’s concerned voice came through clearly.
“I’m discussing a case with a client. I’m heading home for dinner now,” I replied, grateful for the excuse.
“Be careful on your way home,” Richard said with paternal worry.
“I will. See you soon.” I hung up the phone, feeling relieved by the timely interruption.
Connor mocked lightly, “You’re so old, yet your pack Alpha father still manages you so strictly.”
I ignored his teasing joke and stood up from the sofa. “I’m leaving. Have Frank Langley send the materials to Moonstone Legal Partners tomorrow.”
Connor was silent for a while and didn’t reply. His expression had shifted to something unreadable.
I gathered my things and left his private suite. Connor watched me leave without another word.
The next morning, I went to Moonstone Legal Partners to work. As soon as I entered the office, I saw five
conspicuous cardboard boxes ced on the ground.
Tworge cardboard boxes contained the Rivers Pack Legal Case Portfolio I had seen in Connor’s private suite. The other Three Designer Leather Handbag Collection also looked familiar.
They were the Full Moon Festival gifts he had given me yesterday. My assistant must have epted the delivery this morning.
I frowned slightly and called Connor. He answered quickly, his voice alert.
“What’s wrong, Olivia?”
“You should take the gifts back. I really don’t need them,” I said firmly.
Connor’s voice turned cold. “I never take back gifts that I’ve given away. If you don’t like them, you can throw
them away.”
His Alpha pride was clearly wounded by my rejection. The hurt in his tone made me feel unexpectedly guilty.
“I’ll have Zachary send them back to you,” I insisted.
“If you send them back, I won’t be able to use them either. I’ll only throw them away,” Connor replied
stubbornly.
I wanted to suggest he could give one to Miranda ckwood and one to La Lawrence. He could give <b>the </b>
remaining one to whoever he wanted.
However, I felt that would sound too acidic and would make me seem like I cared too much. I held back <b>those </b>
words.
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“Don’t give me any more gifts in the future. Don’t waste money like <b>that</b><b>,</b><b>” </b>I said <b>instead</b>.
<b>“</b>Giving you gifts can’t be called a waste,” he replied softly.
“I don’t want them,” I said dryly.
“Okay,” Connor said after a pause. “Then just tell me directly what you want.”
I sighed in frustration. “Connor, stop pretending. You know what I mean. I <i>don’t </i>want anything.”
There was silence on the other end of the line. The quiet stretched ufortably between us.
“That’s it, bye–bye,” I said and hung up the phone.
In the end, I still didn’t send the Three Designer Leather Handbag Collection back. Each bag <b>was </b>worth more than a million dors.
It would be a waste if Connor threw them all away. I put the bags away and casually ced them in Moonstone Legal Partners‘ storage cab.
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Chapter 206 Gifts and Bo
“Don’t <b>give </b>me any more gifts in the future. Don’t waste money like that,” I said instead.
“Giving you gifts can’t be called a waste,” he replied softly.
“I don’t want them,” I said dryly.
“Okay,” Connor said after a pause. “Then just tell me directly what you want.”
I sighed in frustration. “Connor, stop pretending. You know what I mean. I <i>don’t </i>want anything.”
There was silence on the other end of the line. The quiet stretched ufortably between us.
“That’s it, bye–bye,” I said and hung up the phone.
In the end, I still didn’t send the Three Designer Leather Handbag Collection back. Each bag was worth more than a million dors.
It would be a waste if Connor threw them all away. I put the bags away and casually ced them in Moonstone Legal Partners‘ storage cab.