Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 466

Chapter 466: Make Me Forget

Olivia’s POV

Levi didn’t even flinch when I stepped closer. He just stared down at his glass, swirling what was left inside before taking another slow sip. I reached out quietly and took it from his hand. He didn’t fight me. He didn’t say a word.

"I think you’ve had enough," I said softly.

He let out a faint, humorless chuckle. "Since when did you start caring for me?"

I ignored the jab and set the glass down on the desk. "Since I realized we needed to talk."

At that, his eyes finally met mine—dark, heavy, guarded.

"Talk," he repeated flatly. "About what, Olivia? About how you think I’m jealous of my brother? About how you’re scared I’d hurt him?"

His words stung. I could hear the bitterness under them, the pain he tried to bury behind that calm tone.

"No," I said quietly. "About us."

He frowned. "Us?"

"Yes," I said, stepping closer. "You and me. Levi, we’ve been avoiding each other like strangers when we both know we can’t keep doing this."

He stared at me, his jaw tight. "You think a conversation is going to fix what’s already broken?"

My chest tightened. "Maybe not. But pretending it’s fine is breaking it even more."

Silence. The air between us felt thick—heavy with all the things we’d left unsaid for too long.

I moved closer until I was standing right in front of him. "Levi," I said softly, "I don’t love you less."

He froze.

"I need you to understand that," I went on, my voice trembling. "Just because I’m fighting to bring Lennox back doesn’t mean what I feel for you has changed. I love him too—maybe differently—but that doesn’t mean I stopped loving you."

His breathing hitched. For a moment, his eyes flickered with something raw, something vulnerable.

"I love you, Levi... you should never doubt that."

He didn’t answer. He just stood there, staring at me like he was torn between walking away and pulling me closer.

My chest ached, my voice trembling. "I hate that we’re like this. I hate that I can’t fix it. I hate that every time I look at you, I feel like I’m losing you, even when you’re standing right here."

His jaw clenched. "You’re not losing me," he said quietly.

"Then why does it feel like it?" I whispered.

That broke something in him.

He took one step closer, then another—until the space between us disappeared. His hand came up slowly, his fingers brushing a tear from my cheek. "Because," he said softly, "every time I look at you, I remember that I’m the reason you’re hurting."

My breath hitched. "You’re not—"

"I am," he cut in, voice low. "We both are. I shouldn’t have destroyed your bond with Lennox. I thought I was doing the right thing." He apologized.

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