Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 51

Chapter 51: Feelings From The Past

Lennox's POV

"Lennox, is there a problem?" Olivia suddenly asked the moment she noticed I had gone silent, just staring at her.

My lips parted, and I forced myself to speak. "Thank you… for what you did back there," I said, sincerely. I never thought a day would come where I'd feel grateful—truly grateful—to the same woman I once vowed to hate.

Olivia didn't even flinch at my appreciation. She simply shrugged. "No need to thank me. I would've done the same if it were anyone else in your shoes," she said flatly.

Her words tore my heart more than I expected. I didn't know what hurt more—her coldness to my gratitude or the cold truth behind what she said.

"Anything else?" she asked, tilting her head slightly as she stared at me.

But I couldn't say a word. There was this strange feeling of pain… of longing. I missed her…

God, I hated to admit it, but I missed how things used to be when we were still… us. I missed her ridiculous jokes, the way her laughter lit up a room. Despite everything, I missed her presence.

"Nothing else," I finally managed to say.

She nodded once. "Good night."

She didn't wait for a reply before shutting the door in my face.

I stood there like a fool, not knowing what to do or even how to feel. My wolf whined within me, restless and hurt, but I shut him out and limped back to my room in silence.

Once I reached my bed, I pulled the blanket over myself and lay there, staring up at the ceiling, Olivia's voice playing on a loop in my head.

"I would've done the same if it were anyone else in your shoes."

Why did those words feel like knives in my chest?

Why did I expect her to say something different?

What did I want to hear from her? For her to tell me she saved me because she still cared? Because I'm her mate?

Was I hoping for her to say that I still meant something?

I sighed heavily and shut my eyes.

Four years ago, she shattered me.

I'd sworn I would never forgive her. Never let her back in. Never feel this way again.

But lying there, haunted by the scent of her and the echo of her laughter in my mind, I realized the one truth I'd been avoiding—

I didn't hate her.

I missed her.

And worse…

I was falling for her again.

"Then don't fight it… talk to her about it… tell her how she hurt you and…"

"No!" I cut my wolf off. "I'm not doing any such thing," I grunted and closed my eyes tighter, forcing myself to sleep. All this was just fleeting emotions because of her selfless act of saving me. By the time I wake up tomorrow, they will all be gone.

The next morning, sunlight streamed weakly through the curtains, but I felt no warmth from it. A soft knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts, and before I could say anything, the door opened.

Anita walked in with a tray in her hands.

I frowned instantly, not even bothering to hide it.

"Good morning, Lennox," she said gently, flashing that ridiculous, overly sweet smile. It used to work on me. Now it just irritated me.

It baffled me, really, how I ever chased after her.

Maybe it was because she was the perfect pawn to make Olivia jealous.