Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 99

Chapter 99: Miss Her

Lennox's POV

The moment Olivia stepped into the bathroom, the room fell into a heavy silence. Louis stood rigidly by the bed, Levi looked like he was forcing himself not to move, and I—well, I couldn't stop staring at the door she'd just vanished behind.

My wolf was restless. My heart was worse.

Then the door creaked open.

She stepped out slowly, and time stopped.

The dress hugged her body like it was made just for her. The midnight blue fabric shimmered with every step she took, flowing like water, clinging to her waist, showing off every soft curve. The sheer sleeves gave her an air of grace, while the neckline dipped just low enough to make my throat go dry.

She looked… stunning.

No, she looked like she belonged on a throne, not in this room—like a queen. Our queen.

I didn't realize I was staring until Levi nudged my side and whispered, "Close your mouth, Lennox."

I ignored him.

She stood in front of us, arms crossed again, but not as tightly this time. She raised a brow. "Well?"

"You look…" I cleared my throat, unable to stop myself from stepping forward. "You look perfect."

She rolled her eyes, but I saw the pink rising on her cheeks.

Louis opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, then just gave a slow nod, his eyes still locked on her.

Then I spotted the last piece we hadn't given her yet—the diamond necklace, resting on top of the box. I picked it up carefully and walked over to her.

"Can I?" I asked.

Olivia looked at me for a second, hesitating. Then, without a word, she turned around and lifted her hair.

My fingers brushed against her skin as I clasped the necklace around her neck. She shivered slightly, and I didn't miss the way her breath hitched.

I leaned in just a little. "It's beautiful," I said softly, "but not as beautiful as you."

She turned slowly to face me again, her eyes unreadable.

"You're not very good at flattery, Lennox," she said softly, then looked away from me and toward the others.

For a moment, I couldn't breathe. I just stared at her. She was stunning, but it wasn't just the dress. It was her. And for a heartbeat, I wanted to forget everything. I wanted to forget that she'd hurt me, that things had fallen apart. I wanted to pretend we were in good terms, just like we were before. God! How I missed her so much! How I missed her taunting, her non-stop talking.

By now she would've been throwing out snarky remarks like, "The clothes don't even look good," or, "Bet you guys bought it cheap."

But she was quiet. And I missed that, I missed her sense of humor.

Louis stepped forward, clearing his throat gently. "You look beautiful, Olivia. And not because of the dress."

She gave him a long, unreadable look. "You're all acting different. It's… unsettling."

I understood exactly how she felt. Even we didn't know what was wrong with us.

Olivia sucked a deep breath. "Thanks for the gift." She sounded not excited about it, but we nodded.

We just stood there. None of us knew if we should stay or leave. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay, right here, and keep looking at her.

She raised an eyebrow at us. "I think you should go. Anita's sick and needs your attention. Go to her," Olivia said dismissively as she began arranging the things we'd brought her.