Never to Meet Again
Big Sevensmallville oliver
Then, a ringing slap reverberated through the private room, followed by a deathly silence.
Ivy cupped her cheek, staring at me incredulously.
"Ivy, don't tell me you don't know about Oli's condition? He can't drink—"
While I interrogated Ivy, I was interrupted by the sound of another slap.
Except this time, I was the one who got hit.
And the person who struck me was none other than Oliver.
Oliver glared at me ferociously, like a lion protecting its own food. "Sienna, do you really think that I'd marry you? You need to know your place. What right do you have to be speaking to Ivy like that?"