Chapter 137
Julie's Point of View
I rose from the bed, my body trembling with a frail weakness. I headed out looking for Max; I needed a sane voice to salvage me from this labyrinth.
In the hallway, Olivia cut off my path.
She approached with confident strides, her eyes scanning my face with a toxic curiosity, and said boldly: "What happened last night? Did you and Robert have sex?"
My body stiffened, stunned by the sheer audacity of her question: "What?!"
She didn't care for my bewilderment and pressed on: "I know about the aphrodisiac. Tell me what happened."
I asked, trying to gather my scattered thoughts: "Who told you?"
She said with a coolness that left me speechless: "I was the one who told Robert."
My mind couldn't process what I just heard. Olivia? The one who tried to drown me, slapped me, and nearly killed me, was the one who saved me from that guard? I muttered in shock: "I thought you hated me."
She answered brusquely, averting her gaze: "I do hate you."
