Chapter 55: Coffee

The call connected quickly, and Oliver’s deep, raspy voice came through the receiver. “Didn’t you say you wouldn’t contact me?” Alison’s cheeks flushed with anger and frustration, but given the situation, she had no other option but to compromise. After a long pause, she finally spoke. “I… I don’t have any clean clothes.” Oliver wasn’t surprised by her words, and a slight smile tugged at his lips, reflecting his good mood. “You’re speaking too softly. I didn’t hear you.” Grinding her teeth, Alison reluctantly raised her voice. “There’s no robe, towel, or bath towel in the bathroom.” Outside the door, Oliver glanced at the neatly folded clothes nearby—clothes he had prepared specifically. In his mind, he couldn’t help but imagine how alluring Alison would look wearing them, recalling that wild night they’d shared. As the White family heir, Oliver knew he couldn’t indulge his desires or cross boundaries. He had always held himself to these standards, showing no particular interes