Olivia’s POV

"However, I do not want you to come here; I am cleaning my flat and you are not welcome." I stated. When I showed him my cleaning tools, he arched an eyebrow at me, as if he didn't understand what I was doing to him.

"Then I'll keep an eye on you while you're doing your chores."

I shook my head after raising an eyebrow and staring at him for a second. "Seriously?"

"Yes honey..." he replied as he sat on my dirty sofa, then abruptly sprang up and coughed. "Oh, I already told you that you couldn't stay here. I have a lot things to do." I...