Olivia still couldn't believe how Morgan stood up for her, and finally, she got something she wanted.

At least Ava wouldn't dare to mess with her, not again.

Even after the incident, Morgan didn't spare her a glance, he walked ahead of Olivia, his gaze cold and aloof.

He finally halted, making Olivia bump into his sturdy back.

“Ouch!” She winched, caressing her forehead.

“Your clothes are messed up, you'll have to change into something better.” He said, turning to look at her.

What!

Olivia circled her gaze around her dress, finding nothing wrong with her dress, she glanced up at Morgan, staring at him with confusion.

“You won't change,...