My Ex-Husband Wants Me Back

Chapter 92

While Olivia was contemplating her inner thoughts, Madeline had a keen sense of what was going on.

Before Olivia could sneak away, Madeline dropped the onion she had been picking, firmly grabbed her,

and spoke authoritatively, “Don’t even think about running away this time. Whenever it comes to

matters of the heart, you tend to escape.”

Madeline knew that the pain caused by her previous relationship with Jaxon had deeply affected Olivia.

At that time, she was young and deeply in love, so she had given her heart wholeheartedly, which had

consequently led to profound and painful emotional

scars.

All along, she never probed or pressured Olivia. She did not want to rush her into marriage, and they

patiently waited for Olivia to make her own decisions.

However, now that Olivia was getting older, many of her peers had started families and had children.

Madeline and Benedict who had always cherished her like a precious gem, naturally hoped for a

fulfilling life for her.

When she saw the situation, Olivia could only adapt to the circumstances. She briefly mentioned the

matter of the car, “The car was actually borrowed from a friend.”

When she heard this, Madeline suddenly understood, and the mystery in her heart was finally

unraveled. She remarked, “No wonder it seemed so incongruous. Driving an ordinary and

unremarkable car while purchasing so many precious items… Isn’t the contradiction just too

significant?”

In all honesty, Olivia felt that everything was out of place too.

Of course, this was not her initial plan at all. She had no idea that Vincent’s trunk would end up like

Captain Marvel, which magically produced so many things.

She had initially thought of Vincent as a pawn, who would drive a 20,000-dollar car and perform the

script she had prepared for him.

Little did she know that this pawn had thoughts of his own and did not play according to the rules.

With the puzzle resolved, Madeline found herself liking Vincent more and more. She was eager to see

the joyous event taking place as soon as possible. She could not help but wish for the wedding to

happen tomorrow.

She had secretly run the numbers in her head. “How far have you two gotten? Have you

met his parents yet?”

Olivia felt a little taken aback. ‘Meet his parents? What’s going on? Could it be that Mom considers

Vincent as meeting my parents? There’s a big difference between the two.”

Compared to Madeline’s eagerness, Olivia appeared very calm.

It seemed that she would need to employ some unconventional methods to temporarily halt Madeline’s

fervent plans.

She pretended to be angry and said, “My dear Mom, you’ve turned into such a matchmaker. Why are

you in such a rush to marry me off?”

Then, with a hint of warning, she continued to brainwash Madeline. “If you don’t vet the candidates

properly, and I end up marrying a scu mbag, what will we do? Divorce? If I become a divorcee, who

would ever want to marry your daughter?”

“In that case, you and Dad will ultimately become the fool.”

As Olivia spoke convincingly, she detected the worry in Madeline’s eyes. “You’re right. Nowadays, we

can never judge a man by his appearance. It’s better to spend more time together with him.”

Madeline quickly adjusted her pace, as she knew this was not something to rush. But the presence of

Vincent made her feel more at ease, at least she could see substantial progress in Olivia.

She looked at Olivia, nodded, and agreed with her viewpoint. Then she expressed her own position,

“Alright, I shouldn’t be in a hurry. Patience is the key.”

When she heard Madeline’s agreement, Olivia let out a heavy sigh in her heart. She had finally

managed to appease Madeline. She was well aware that it was not her cloquence or reasoning that did

the trick. She simply knew how to leverage Madeline’s deep affection for her.

Madeline saw that Olivia was continuously glancing in the direction of the study, which was to be in the

kitchen while longing to be somewhere else. She naturally interpreted it as a sweet interaction between

the two young lovers.

She smiled contentedly. “Alright, you can’t be of any help. Make a pot of coffee and take it over to

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After she received the queen mother’s decree, Olivia hurriedly left the kitchen and prepared a pot of

Black Ivory Coffee before she headed straight for the study.

In Madeline’s eyes, it seemed like the interaction between the two young lovers had felt like an eternity

after just a day apart. She smiled, nodded, and thought that Olivia and

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that young man were making good progress.

When he saw Olivia enter, Benedict seemed to have found a savior and spoke first, “Come, come,

Ollie, sit by Dad’s side. I must say, this young man is quite skilled at chess.”

Olivia shot a fierce glare at Vincent and used lip movements to question him, “Why aren’t you following

the script?”

Vincent just placed a white chess piece and lifted his gaze to meet Olivia’s face. He noticed her fierce

expression and quickly moving lips, which were clearly a warning.

He could not resist a fond smile and ignored her warning. With Benedict’s support, he had the attitude

of “I make my own choices,” which irritated Olivia to no end.

However, after Olivia became Benedict’s adviser, Vincent hid his edge.

He knew that if he provoked his woman too much, he would have to appease her in the end.

Therefore, he showed mercy.

After all, Vincent was not only a skilled hacker but also a famous chess master. Very few people knew

about this aspect of his life. It was purely personal interest, and he had reached his current level after

he learned from a world-renowned teacher due to a

fortuitous encounter.

Benedict was merely a chess amateur player, and against someone with Vincent’s high level of

expertise, he would be easily defeated.

Olivia was skilled at chess too. With her guidance and Vincent’s intentional slackening, Benedict

enjoyed a relaxing game.

Before long, the dining room was filled with the aroma of delicious food. Madeline was quite capable

and had prepared a large spread of exquisite dishes.

While she was busy preparing drinks and wine, she instructed, “Ollie, the food is ready, go call them to

have dinner. Don’t forget about Anne too.”

Another decree from queen mother had just been issued. Madeline’s loud voice was heard by

everyone. They were waiting for the final few moves to determine the winner of their chess game.

Olivia left first to call Anne for dinner.

The whole family sat together in harmony. Benedict raised his glass first and proposed

a toast.

Madeline was so engrossed in entertaining and guiding Vincent that she almost ignored everyone else

and treated them as if they were invisible.

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Vincent displayed poise and elegance at the dining table, which only added to Olivia’s frustration.

Under the table, she resorted to two harsh kicks to signal Vincent to follow the script. She could not

help but be anxious about his deviation from their plan.

Benedict knew Olivia better than anyone, so he noticed her subtle actions and reminded her, “Ollie, eat

your food properly.”

When he saw this, Vincent could not help but revel in his amusement and felt triumphant. He thought to

himself, “These in-laws are much easier to deal with. This son-in-law’s position is mine.’

After she was warned by Benedict, Olivia had no choice but to behave herself. She knew causing a

scene would not be appropriate, especially with her sister-in-law’s presence.

She decided to let it go and took those things as they came.

She could only blame herself for the situation. After all, she had chosen Vincent for who he was and

knew that he would not be as obedient as a puppet on a string.

She regretted not spending 200 dollars to find a gigolo to handle this situation.

Clearly, in this round, Vincent won.