Chapter 17
Although she didn’t know why Mike Chaney suddenly passed away, Olivia Greenwood had a clear conscience and no sympathy for scum like him.
With the Joel Richardson incident resolved, Olivia needed to find a job quickly, or Barbara would surely suspect something was going on.
Recently, Olivia sent resumes to several companies but received no response after waiting for days
She couldn’t stay home all this time, so on the fourth day, she dragged Jack out to look for a job with her.
As they left the residential area, Jack asked, “What kind of job are you looking for?”
“It would be best if it’s related to my field of expertise because I just got out of college. It’s not easy to find a job in an unrelated area,” Olivia said with some frustration.
Before Jack could respond, Olivia grabbed his arm and rushed toward the bus stop. “Here comes the bus. Hurry!”
The bus was crowded. It was already getting hot in May. The sweaty smell from the crowd invaded their nostrils.
It was the first time Jack had ever been on a bus. For him, the experience was unforgettable.
After a struggle, they managed to get on. Jack, being tall, could stand steadily, but the crowded bus made it difficult for Olivia to find anywhere to stand.
Seeing her discomfort, Jack held onto the handrail with one hand and protected Olivia with his other arm. Then he lowered his head and asked in a low voice, “Is it always this crowded when you go to work?”
“This is not too bad. Sometimes I can’t even get on the bus. We live in the suburbs. Many people who work in the city rent houses here. Plus, there are a lot of factories near the previous stop, so it gets really crowded here,” Olivia explained.
Her face was pressed against Jack’s chest, and she could clearly hear his strong and steady
heartbeat. His tall figure made him stand out in the crowd.
Many people couldn’t grab the handrails and would lose balance when the bus turned. However, Jack was not troubled by that, as he could hold onto the handrail without even trying.
“I’ll buy you a car,” Jack suddenly said.
Olivia thought he was joking and replied irritably, “Where would you get the money to buy me a
car?”
“If you want it, I will have the money.’
People around them heard what Jack said and turned to look at them in disdain.
“If you’re that rich, why are you still riding the bus?” they thought.
“Keep your voice down. Even if you have the money, I don’t want it. I still owe you money,” Olivia
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said.
“You wouldn’t take it even if I gave it to you for free?” Jack couldn’t believe people like Olivia existed in this world.
“No, Granny always says we should not take advantage of others and must be content with what we have. There’s no such thing as a free lunch. Whatever you gain in one way, others will take back in another way.”
Jack fell silent, realizing that her words had silenced him completely.
After some time, Olivia’s face suddenly turned red. She pressed her small hand against Jack’s chest as she stuttered, “Jack… why are you touching me?”
Touching her?
Jack looked at his hands, which had been right where they were supposed to be. Then, suddenly, he understood everything, and a cold look flashed in his eyes.
Jack tightened his grip on Olivia’s waist and pulled her into his arms.
His icy gaze was fixed on the chubby man behind Olivia, who was deliberately holding a newspaper. When Jack pulled Olivia away, the man quickly hid his hand under the newspaper.
Jack firmly grasped the man’s arm and dragged him off the seat like a chick. Then Jack asked coldly, “Did you touch her with this hand?”
