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Chapter 834
Noticing that Olivia was in a daze. Milo chuckled and asked. "What's wrong? Are you worried I’m the fake Mr. M?"
"A little bit."
"Has anyone ever claimed to be Mr. M before?"
Olivia hesitated and nodded. ’Yes. That's why I'm suspicious about it."
"Who do you think sounds more like Mr. M, me or that man?’
Olivia smiled and said, "Sir. it's difficult for me to answer this question. I've never seen you before. Sitting here
talking with the real you, it feels like I'm in a dream, and I'm a little... taken aback."
"Do you need a cup of coffee to sober up?" Milo smiled.
"Okay."
He pressed a button on the table. "What would you like to drink?"
"Black coffee."
"Okay. A cup of black coffee."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA female voice came from the button. "Yes, Sir."
"This time, I’ll stay in Ocean City for a long time. If you ever want to call me, you can call me on the number on the
card.’
"What about the number you've been using?"
"That number is an overseas number. I registered a local phone number to make it more convenient."
Olivia nodded without thinking much.
"I wanted to meet you today not just because I wanted to show myself to you."
As soon as he spoke, someone knocked on the door.
"Come in."
A man in black came in carrying a pile of shopping bags, followed by a waitress with a coffee cup.
"Your coffee, Sir."
"Put it on the table."
Somehow, Olivia felt that the man in front of her gave her a sense of alienation, making her feel a little
uncomfortable.
Although the age of the man was different from the age she imagined him to be, it did not differ much. At least, he
seemed more likely to be Mr. M than John.
However, why would John deceive her?
Was it to get her to forgive him?
As she thought about it, Milo pushed the coffee to her and pointed to the shopping bags on the floor while saying,"
These are my gifts for you."
Olivia glanced at the shopping bags. "Sir, you don't have to give me all these. Didn't you already give me a gift? I
love it."
Milo avoided eye contact with her and walked over. He picked up the biggest bag, took out the box, and opened it
for Olivia.
"I'm giving you these for personal reasons. I want you to wear them to an auction with me the day after tomorrow."
"Me?"
Olivia pointed at herself. "Sir, I don't think it's appropriate for me to accompany you to such occasions. After all, I'm
married, and reporters will write scandals about me."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe put the box on the table. "I'm so much older than you. Why would the reporters misunderstand us?"
"Sir, you don't look old at all. You look young, much younger than I expected."
"How old did you expect me to be?"
Olivia pressed her lips and said, "60 or 70?"
Milo laughed. "Ms. James, does the way I speak make you think I'm already in my old age?"
"No." Afraid Milo might misunderstand, Olivia explained, “ Maybe it's because you always say you're not in good
health and mention your deceased wife. So, I... misunderstood. I'm sorry."
"It doesn't matter. You're usually so relaxed when talking with me. Why are you so nervous when we meet? I'm not
going to eat you up. Don’t be afraid."
Olivia could only chuckle awkwardly.
After all, she was really nervous and unaccountably uneasy.
"By the way. did you say someone was impersonating me?" Milo took a sip of coffee and said slowly, "No one knows
about me coming to Ocean City except you. I'm sure someone knows about your relationship with me and wants to
use you against me.
"If you trust me. tell me who it is. I'll take care of it, and he won't bother you again."
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