Olivia's POV
The moment I reached the final step, I caught sight of Calvin standing in the sitting room, arms crossed as he spoke quietly to someone seated casually on one of the leather couches.
Lord Frederick.
And damn, he looked... good.
He wasn't dressed like the uptight man I remembered seeing days ago. Gone was the formal cloak and the stiff suits. Instead, he wore a fitted black t-shirt that hugged his toned chest and dark jeans that hung low on his hips. A leather wristband circled his wrist, and his silver hair was slightly tousled, like he hadn't bothered to fix it—or maybe he just liked looking effortlessly hot.
He looked young. Relaxed. But there was still that unmistakable aura of power and quiet confidence that clung to him.
He turned as I approached, and when our eyes met, he stood up slowly, giving me a once-over that wasn't exactly subtle. His gaze lingered for a second too long on my tied shirt and jeans before lifting to meet my eyes.