blueteamnovel Chapter 184 In The Flight
Chapter 184 In The Flight
Olivia caught me looking at her and offered a warm, inviting smile. "Hello, I'm Olivia," she said, extending her hand towards me. Her nails were perfectly manicured, her grip firm yet gentle.
I reached out to take her hand, feeling a jolt of electricity at her touch. "Hello, I'm Jack," I replied, my gaze locked onto hers. Her eyes were a deep, expressive brown, flecked with gold, and I felt an intense curiosity to know more about her. Read new chapters at My Virtual Library Empire
Her husband, seemingly unaware of the charged moment passing between us, introduced himself. "Hello, I'm Miguel Torres, Olivia's husband," he said, a note of pride in his voice. "I'm a lawyer, specializing in corporate affairs."
I nodded politely, turning my attention back to Olivia. "And what do you do, Olivia? What brings you to this flight?" I asked, eager to keep the conversation flowing.
Her eyes lit up as she spoke about her passion. "Oh, I have my own beauty salon in Mexico City. It's called 'Belleza de Olivia.' It's a lot of work, but I absolutely love it. I've built it from the ground up, and it's become this incredible, vibrant space where people come to feel beautiful and relaxed."
I leaned in, genuinely captivated by her story. "That's truly impressive, Olivia. It takes a lot of courage and determination to run your own business, especially one that brings so much joy to others."
She beamed at the compliment, her eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and delight. "Thank you, Jack. That means a lot to me. And what about you? What brings you to Mexico?" she asked, her gaze holding mine with genuine interest.
I paused, considering how much to reveal. I wanted to maintain an air of mystery, to keep her intrigued and engaged. "I have some business interests in real estate," I said, lowering my voice slightly to create a sense of intimacy between us.
Her voice was filled with love and pride for her city. "And the museums—the Anthropology Museum is a must-see, it's truly world-class. You can spend hours there and still not see everything. And don't forget the food! You have to try authentic Mexican street tacos, and the mole sauce is something you can't miss."
As she spoke, I listened intently, my mind racing with thoughts of where this connection might lead, and what adventures lay ahead in Mexico. I could already picture us exploring the vibrant streets together, her laughter echoing through the bustling markets, the scent of spicy food filling the air.
Olivia continued, her expression turning more serious. "To be honest, Jack, this trip wasn't entirely for pleasure. I went to visit my mother-in-law. She lives in California with her husband, and let's just say she's not the easiest person to get along with."
I raised an eyebrow, inviting her to share more. "Oh really? How so?"
She sighed, looking down at her hands for a moment before meeting my gaze again. "She was against our marriage from the start. She had other plans for Miguel, and I didn't fit into them. She wanted him to marry someone from a more 'suitable' background, whatever that means. And now, she's been pressuring us to have a child. It's become a real point of contention between us."
I nodded understandingly, seeing the tension in her shoulders, the worry in her eyes. "That sounds really challenging, Olivia. It's hard when family expectations don't align with our own desires and plans for our lives."
She looked at me, her expression softening. "Exactly, Jack. It's nice to feel understood. Miguel tries to mediate, but he's often caught in the middle. It's not easy for him either. He wants to please his mother, but he also wants to support me and our life together."
I reached out, giving her hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze. "Well, I'm here if you need to talk more about it. Sometimes an outside perspective can help."
She smiled at me, her eyes filled with gratitude and warmth. "Thank you, Jack. That means a lot to me. I feel like I can really talk to you, and that's something special."