The Incubus System Chapter 935. Unfulfilled

The Incubus System Chapter 935. Unfulfilled

“What kind of question is that?” Olivia's frown deepened as she stared at me, clearly taken aback by the sudden inquiry.

I didn't back down, though. I needed a straight answer. “Just answer me. Yes or no,” I insisted, my voice firm and unwavering.

After a moment of hesitation, Olivia finally replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty. “Yes,” she said, her tone soft yet resolute.

Her answer brought a wave of relief washing over me, but beneath the surface, a seed of doubt still lingered. I couldn't shake the feeling that maybe she wasn't being entirely truthful with me.

Before I could dwell on my doubts, Olivia's voice broke through my thoughts, her confusion evident in her expression. “Now tell me what made you think that?” she asked, her frown still etched on her face.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the conversation ahead. “You see,” I began, my words coming out in a rush as I tried to articulate my fears. “Our relationship is... unconventional, to say the least. And lately, I've been so caught up in everything going on in my life that I haven't been able to give our relationship the attention it deserves.”

 “I was afraid,” I continued, my voice growing softer with each word, “that you might be dissatisfied with our situation. That maybe you were regretting being with me, or feeling unfulfilled in some way.”

Olivia chuckled at my explanation, her laughter was like music to my ears—spontaneous and genuine. It caught me off guard, to be honest. I hadn't expected such a reaction from her.

“Is that weird?” I asked, furrowing my brows in confusion. I couldn't help but feel a tad embarrassed by her laughter. After all, I thought my concerns were perfectly valid. But judging by her reaction, maybe I was just overthinking things.

“You're just overthinking, Ethan,” Olivia reassured me once her laughter subsided. Her tone was gentle, yet firm, as if she was trying to dispel any doubts or worries lingering in my mind.

I let out a perplexed "Huh?" in response, feeling a bit like I was missing something important here. What was there to overthink? I just wanted to make sure she was happy, that's all.

But then, her hand reached out to cup my cheek, her touch warm and comforting. It sent a shiver down my spine, a pleasant tingle that chased away any lingering doubts or fears.

“Ethan,” Olivia said softly, her voice filled with sincerity, “I love you. And I'm here because I want to be, not because I feel obligated or dissatisfied. So please, don't doubt that.”

Her words washed over me like a gentle wave, soothing my troubled mind and filling me with a sense of warmth and reassurance. At that moment, I realized that maybe I had been letting my insecurities get the best of me.

“I have to confess, you do have a point for your thought,” she said, her smile gentle and understanding. “But on the other hand, we know who we are in a relationship with. If a president is already busy, you are even busier than that. You can not only determine the future of a country, but also the world.”

She was right—I did hold a tremendous amount of responsibility, perhaps more than I even realized. My duties stretched beyond the boundaries of a typical relationship, reaching into realms that most people couldn't even fathom.

“Two worlds,” Olivia corrected herself, her tone firm and resolute.

“I won't ask much of you,” she concluded, her voice soft yet unwavering.

I was silent, letting her words sink in. There was a lump in my throat, a heaviness in my chest that I couldn't quite shake. I was grateful for Olivia's understanding. But at the same time, it felt like there was something stuck in my heart, a nagging feeling that refused to be ignored.

She hugged me and patted my head with a tenderness that made me feel both comforted and slightly embarrassed. It was a gesture that reminded me of the simpler times, when life wasn't so complicated and I didn't have the weight of the world on my shoulders.

“Well, at least I know you still care about my feelings and thoughts,” Olivia said, her voice tinged with a hint of warmth as she offered me a faint smile.

I couldn't help but chuckle softly at her remark. “Of course, I care,” I replied, the sincerity in my voice evident.

She released me from her embrace. Her gaze lingered on me for a moment, her eyes searching mine as if trying to unravel the mysteries hidden within. There was a faint smile playing on her lips, but I could sense a hint of sadness behind her eyes.

“But I have to admit... I miss the old you,” she confessed, her hand gently caressing my cheek as she spoke. Her touch was gentle, yet it carried a weight of longing that tugged at my heartstrings.

I couldn't help but feel a pang of melancholy at her words. “I've changed a lot, haven't I?” I mused aloud, my voice tinged with regret.

“Yes. But I won't blame you,” Olivia replied, her tone soft and understanding. “I've changed too. No one can remain unchanged after experiencing everything we have. I'm just glad that, through it all, you're still you.” As she spoke, Olivia closed the distance between us. There was a gentle intensity in her gaze, a silent reassurance that spoke volumes without uttering a single word. And then, as if on cue, she leaned in and our lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss.

Our lips met in a tender embrace, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. There was a softness to our kiss, a gentle exploration of each other's lips that spoke of an intimacy deeper than mere physical desire. Our breath mingled in the space between us, creating a rhythm that mirrored the beating of our hearts.