Chapter 68 Aria, it's you

Oliver was seated on his couch, still in his pajamas. He had taken Sammy’s instructions to come to work late, even though he was curious to know the reason. I guess the only way he could find out is by obeying the instruction. He had a cup of coffee in his hand, he had made it himself since there were no more servants at home, even his breakfast was ready, he was just being lazy to go and eat. Well these days, he had breakfast before bathing and he didn’t give a fvck if it was right or wrong. It was his life and he lived it the way he pleased, not minding anyone’s opinion.