Until Death Do Us Part

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver smiled through the kiss when he felt her lightly bite his lips. It was a clear sign that she was not upset over the fact that he had not said the words in return. Instead, she had done something to help lighten the mood and avoid any tension that could have otherwise been caused by not saying those three words back to her. Which he immensely appreciated. Even if it still made him feel guilty for not being able to give her more. Or even a semblance of what she deserved. He deepened the kiss, but not to an overly intense state. Just softly, yet still with the abundance of emotion she had stirred in him. Eventually, he slowly pulled away, opening his eyes so that he could look at her. Really look at her.

Never did she look more beautiful than she did in this very moment. Just with everything he felt, and knowing how he felt about her . . . he could have sworn his heart skip a beat at the sight of her. After having just stared at her for a few moments, he forced himself to snap out of it. He finally pulled out of her and turned so that he was lying on his back, gently pulling her toward him so that she would be close to him. He still needed her close to him, for he wasn't ready to let go of her or this moment just yet. When she was shifted in a comfortable position for her, and keeping an arm around her, he lightly kissed her forehead, letting his lips rest there in a lingering embrace.

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity kissed him back, feeling happiness mixed with the other feels she was holding at bay. When he looked at her, and just stared at her she began to hope. Here it came? Was he about to say it? Make it romantic?

Instead he pulled her into his side, and tucked her close for sleep. It was then she begin to feel some doubt but she knew it wasn't the same. He might feel as deeply yet. Still, this was progress. They could work from here and see what happened. Drifting to sleep she felt content to just be in his arms.

But when she awoke she found herself alone. Pushing to sit up she called his name once. Then a second time. Laying back she turned and reached for his pillow, which wasn't even still warm. He had apparently been gone a while.

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver knew the moment she had fallen asleep, though sleep had not come so easily to him. Not that it often did. He was relaxed, but with actions no longer able to distract, rationality began to set in. As did the repercussions of what he had done. He'd once told her that in his line of work, it was best if he was not with anyone he could really care about. He stood by those words, and his actions had betrayed it. Because things could not be casual with Felicity. She had admitted to loving him, and while he knew he felt the same -- despite how much he tried to deny it. He would not have kissed her had he not felt so strongly for her. He may have toyed with her in the past, but even he was not that cruel.

Oliver knew he drifted into a light sleep, but not for too long. He couldn't be here when she woke up. He did not know if it was cowardly or not, but he knew it would be best if he took the time to just think things through. Besides, he didn't trust himself. If they woke up together, he had a feeling he would recreate their actions of last night. And that was not how he should start the morning -- even if its how he wanted to. His life was no longer about what he wanted, but what he needed to do. And letting himself be with her, letting himself love her, was too dangeruos. For them both.

He looked at her making sure she was soundly asleep before he very carefully and slowly began to move, making sure not to move her too much. He managed to slip from the bed, covering her with the blanket so that she would not get cold. He looked at her for a few moments, wishing he could say so much more and be so much more for her. He quietly walked over to the closet and pulled out some clothes, more casual attire, quickly pulling it over him to cover himself up and then he was out the door. He went to the gym, needing to do something to unleash all this pent up emotion. Thankfully it was four in the morning so no one else was there. He needed the solitude.

The next time he looked at his watch, it was seven, and he knew he had to return. They still had work to do. Ending his workout, he decided to return to their room so he could shower and ready for the day. He needed to focus on the mission, on finding Adams. And yet, it would be nearly impossible to forget what had happened between them. Preparing himself, he returned to the room, quietly opening the door and stepping inside, unsure if she was awake yet or not.

[Felicity Smoak]

Eventually she climbed from bed, and ordered some food brought up. Once it was on the table however, she didn't feel much like eating any of it. Instead she went back up the steps, and push the door shut behind her, not even noticing that it had bounced open a a half dozen inches.

Feeling sore from last night (but in a way that had she not woken up alone and abandoned that it would have been a good soreness, rather then just a reminder now), she decided to have a bath. Filling the tub with hot-warm water, she used some of bubbles and then stripped before climbing in. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back and tried to not think about what had happened last night.

She had thought at the time that this meant something for them. A step forward. The beginning of something. Apparently it was none of that for him. She'd been wrong. Humiliatingly wrong. Covering her face with her hands, she let her head sink under the water, hopeing it would help clear it.

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver glanced around the lower level of their room and didn't see her. When he went up the stairs, he didn't see her in the bed either and with the bathroom door being a little open, well, she wasn't in there either. That would give him some stuff to gather himself and figure out what the next step was. Whether he should say something, apologize for leaving . . . or just focus on the case. His mind was going in so many different directions in terms of what was best to do.

He grabbed a towel and a clean change of clothes. He walked into the bathroom, quietly closing the door and locking it -- in case she came back when he was in the shower. He then went to the stand up shower and turned the taps to let the water run for a bit. While waiting for it to warm a bit, he proceeded to remove his shirt, tossing it on the floor for now. Had he perhaps been a little more perceptive -- and less distracted -- perhaps he would have noticed that the bathtub was occupied. But he didn't, so he went ahead and began to remove his pants.

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity had come up for air, but then sunk back down again a few times. The soothing feeling of being about to see and hear nothing but the echoes of her moving around. It was a wonderful feeling of warmth, when inside she felt cold.

Felicity came up for air, and sighed from how good the water had felt--only to pause at hearing running water. Was someone in there? Moving to sit up, and using her hand to cover what she could, she leaned out of the tub to see Oliver undressing! Pulling back into the tub, her mouth dropped open in shock! OLIVER WAS IN HERE GETTING NAKED!

Clearly she was going to have to speak up! Closing her eyes, tried to find the courage to speak, but the other part just wanted to sink back in the water and not face him. Slowly inhaling she spoke up in what she hoped was a calm voice. "Please hand me a towel so I leave before you get in."

[Oliver Queen]

Between getting lost in his own thoughts and the sound of the water falling from the shower faucet, he hadn't noticed that anyone else was in the room . . . until he heard a small voice asking for a towel. Oliver was startled to say the least, and slightly jumped back, facing her but . . . also very hurriedly grabbing a towel to wrap it around his bottom half. "Felicity!" He stated, clear shock and surprise in his voice. He wanted to ask what she was doing in here, but that answer seemed fairly obvious. She was bathing and he was in here and . . . she had no clothes on. Oliver knew he shouldn't be staring and when sense hit him, her words started to register.

She had asked for a towel. He quickly looked around the room, grabbing one that he saw hanging on the rail. Holding his own towel with one hand and clutching hers, he walked over to hear and passed it to her. It took him a few extra moments to realize that he probably shouldn't be looking at her while she was in this state . . . a state of undress. So he turned his head to the side, holding out the towel for her to take. "You can finish up," he told her, not wanting her to leave on his account . . . which meant that he had to leave. And yet all he could think about, was how much he wished he could join her. No. Focus Oliver, Focus. "I'll leave," he added, just as soon as she took the towel, so that he would not feel so . . . tempted, being this close to her.

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity watched him come into her view with a towel around himself, an she looked down to make sure she was covered herself! This was so embarrassing! She had shut the door, she knew--hadn't she? How did this happen to her twice? AND the morning after their apparent mistake!

Looking up at him, she noticed that he wasn't even looking at her! He was looking away from her and handing her a towel, telling her that he would leave. "Don't bother." She said whispered, reaching up to pull the towel from his hand, and cover herself as she stood, not bothering with the bubbles. "I will leave, this time." Since he'd done left the first time. The important time. As she tried to step out in a hurry, her foot slipped, and she ended up reaching out to grab at the only thing near to her--Oliver's body. It caused both towels to fall, and the floor under them to become soaked, as she slid.

[Oliver Queen]

She was upset. Not the embarrassed kind of upset, but geniunely upset. And he couldn't blame her for that. She had every reason to be upset with him. He didn't know what to say either, so decided to just be silent and let her leave. As she stepped out of the tub and took the towel, he released his hold on it and was about to take a step back, when he saw her slip and fall, and reacted immediately. Uncaring of their currently state of undress, he reached out to brace. It ended up in both of their towels falling off and them standing far too close . . . their now unclad bodies touching.

He should lower his arms from being around her. He should reach of their towels. He should step aside so she could leave. He should . . .be doing a lot of things. Yet just as last night, he felt like all rationality fled his brain. With her being this close to him, holding her like this, thinking of last night . . . all the familiar emotions began to build up. Dangerous emotions. For they clouded his judgment. And he couldn't stop them. Just like he couldn't stop right now. So going against better logic, he leaned forward and kissed her, deeply, passionately, and filled with the same urgency he had last night. Taking a few steps forward, he pressed her against the wall of the bathroom, one hand going to her thigh, lifting it up to wrap around his waist, feeling that need for her all over again.

[Felicity Smoak]

He caught her, saving her face from the wrath of the floor. When he pulled her up, and they were once again pressed together without anything to keep her from feeling his skin. Looking up at him, her eyes momentarily wide from the surprise, she waited for him to let her go, and leave her once again standing here.

Instead he kissed her. Felicity gasped as he moved forward, and covered her lips, cutting off the sound, that ended on a faint moan. He moved them backwards, and pressed her into the wall. Everything was coming back to her--the passion, and how it felt so wonderful to be in his arms. The feel of his touch, the feel of him pressing to her. The way it ended in bliss--and the hurt from this morning. "

"Wait!" She gasped out, breaking the kiss, while pushing on his shoulders. Once her feet where on the ground, she didn't raise her eyes to his. Instead she took the coward way out, and ran. Out of the bathroom, and pulling the door shut behind her. She didn't stop there, but pulled on jeans and a tshirt, grabbing her saddles in her hand, and hurrying out the door.

She wasn't running from him in fear he's drag her back, she was running because she was afraid she might drag him. And she couldn't do it again. Feel the tease of what she wanted more then anything, only to have him treat her like she was just any of his one night women.

Oliver Queen had officially broken her heart.

[Oliver Queen]

That overwhelming need was dominating his entire body, causing him to react with the way he pressed his lips against her, and his body beginning to react to her. Not thinking of anything else . . . not until he heard her speak. It wasn't the way she said his name, or any encouraging remark. Quite the opposite in fact. She told him to wait and pushed him back. His eyes remained closed, because her rejection of him reminded him of what he had done to her. How poorly he had treated her. His eyes remained closed as he heard her run out of the room, closing the door behind her.

His hands went to the wall, pressing them against it to help brace himself up as he heavily breathed, in attempt to catch his breath. His eyes remained closed as he felt the anger build inside of him. Anger at himself. Anger for hurting the people closest to him. He shouldn't have kissed her last night. And he sure as hell shouldn't have kissed her now. The worst part was, he didn't know what to do to make it better. Was there even a way to come back from this?

Clenching one of his hands into a fist, he punched the tiled wall, not caring that his action had caused it to crack. When he felt composed enough to function, he went to the shower -- what he had initially come in here to do. He quickly freshened up, changing and properly readying for the day. He didn't know where Felicity was, or what he would even say to her. Besides, he still had a mission he needed to do. They needed to do. Though he wasn't sure if he could use that inclusive term any more. Not after what he had done to her.

Most everyone was on the higher level of the boat, enjoying the outdoor weather. He recalled reading on the intinerary that there would be some music, drinks, and just an overall festive time. There was nothing that Oliver was more not in the mood for than that. But he also knew that Felicity and him had come here to do a job. That, was what he needed to focus on right now. So he joined the rest of the couples, and as expected, everyone was enjoying themselves. Some were lounging by the pool, some were dancing, others were standing with their drinks. His eyes scanned the crowd, trying to see if everyone was accounted for. That was when a woman who was standing with her husband and Felicity, waved over at Oliver. Clearly, she was informing him that his 'wife' was over here. Leaving it impossible to ignore. He forced a smile and began to walk toward them.

"We were just asking Meghan when you were going to come join us," the woman said. This particular couple was harmless. They were actually one of the kinder couples on board. But Oliver had no words to ofer her. He took his place, standing next to Felicity, ignoring the inevitable tension. "Well thank you for taking care of her in my absence," he said teasingly toward Felicity, continuing to smile, making his tone as jovial as possible. They contradicted his true emotions, but he was often used to pretending. He spent his life pretending. Lying. Being someone else on the surface. So this was nothing new for him.

[Felicity Smoak]

He spent his life pretending. Lying. Being someone else on the surface. This was nothing new for him, but it was for her. She had trouble turning off her emotions, and making them so hidden. 'Don't you worry, we were helping her perk up. She told us she wasn't feeling well, but we will help cure whatever hangover you might have.' The husband said, and Felicity liked him. He was good to his wife, doted on her, and didn't hit on other women.

Watching them had made her want to protect them, and reminded her why they were here. She didn't look at Oliver as he came up to her, but she did force a small smile out. "I just think my breakfast didn't agree with me. I told you I would be fine in just a little while." She returned, ignoring Oliver's comment. The woman winked at her, but Felicity wasn't sure why.

Trying to hold back her emotions, she spoke to Oliver without looking at him. "They were just telling me about how they were invited here. Apparently most the couples were." Meaning Adams was setting everyone up. Then husband spoke up, 'Ah yes! There was some company out of Starling City that was looking for investors and invited everyone here as a incentive. Good chap, but a bit pushy.' Pushy because he wanted the power of having them too far from help, and at his mercy. "Is he here? Perhaps we can get some information on it too?"

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver didn't miss the wink, nor was oblivious to the implication. But he was not going to comment on it. Things were, awkward enough. He wasn't about to raise another issue. Thankfully, the conversation moved along as Felicity stated that the couple was telling her how they had bene invited here. The husband confirmed this and went into more detail about a company that invited everyone here. That was interesting. This was the first Oliver was hearing about any of this. "He is. Have you talked to Lewis yet? He works for the company that invited us all here. Guess you could say he's representing it." Lewis. That was one of the people that was on Oliver's list that he had not ruled out. And one who's room he had not yet searched.

Oliver looked around, trying to find him and saw him talking to one of the crew. Nothing would have ordinarily looked supicious about that . . . however, it was convenient that just when he had been named, Oliver saw him conversing with the staff. Which fed into his theory that some of the crewman were involved in this. Ensuring that his gaze did not linger too long, Oliver turned back to the couple, still smiling. "I haven't had the opportunity to talk to him at length." Oliver knew he couldn't ask the couple what he was like, that would be a bit odd. But they did determine that he was pushy, and he could have a very specific reason for being that way. "Maybe we should introduce ourselves," he suggested, looking at Felicity while he proposed the idea. He could speak to Lewis, and she could speak to his wife, see if there was anything suspicous about them.

[Felicity Smoak]

Looking over at the man who's back was toward them, Felicity got her first look at the men who was (maybe) the one leading this whole adventure. His back was toward them but she recognized the wife hanging on his arm right away. Cindy. The woman who had been trying to get her hands down Oliver's pants since day one. Turning back toward the couple, she smiled "Yes, it might be a good idea for us to try to see what this is about. Always looking for a good investment. Please excuse us."

As they moved away from the other couple, Felicity took their moment alone to try to speak to him. "Did you find anything in his room when you looked?" She had never asked what he had found, or even if he had found anything because last night . . . had been last night.

She felt nervous around him, and going to face the master mind they'd been looking for left her feeling an muted panic. She still could not see the face of the man who was this Adams--or Lewis as he claimed here.

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver smiled as they politely excused themselves and stepped away from being within earshot of anyone else. Felicity asked what he had found in his room. He spoke in a low voice, having to stand close for convenience sake. "I didn't get a chance to search his room last night," Oliver admitted. They hadn't talked about that or collaborated on what new evidence they had found. Since, when he had returned to the dining hall . . . well, he didn't need to replay in his mind what had happened. Oliver noticed the man begin to turn, and took the opportunity to take a look at his face. As soon as he saw a bit of it, Oliver turned his head the other way, suppressing the frustration and annoyance at who it was.

It was the man who had inappropriately touched Felicity, and the one that Oliver had subtly -- maybe not so subtly -- threatened. He didn't even pay attention to the woman near him -- assuming it was his wife. He was too focused on the man. But this was business. And he needed to set any personal feelings aside. "I'll talk to Lewis. You talk to his wife. See what we can find out. I'll search his room later today." When it was guaranteed that he nor his wife would be returning. They would have to wait for another boat event to keep his attention and make him distracted. They needed to find out who Adams was, today. Time was running out.

[Felicity Smoak]

Oliver admitted to not looking in the room and she wondered why, but the man turned before she could ask why, and Felicity came to a stop. Oliver looked the other way too, but she couldn't see his face. It wasn't until he told her to take the wife that she could pull herself out of the surprise and move.

"I need a minute." She admitted to him, knowing she would not be able to just walk over there right this second. She was too shocked, too emotional, and honestly a little bit scared. Turning so she faced Oliver, but not looking up to his face, Felicity hoped others would think they paused for a moment to talk among themselves. Her hands came up to fold across her chest, trying to build up a defense, not knowing she looked like it too. She needed to try to appear confidant! Not let these two people get under her skin.

[Oliver Queen]

She said she needed a minute and he paused, looking at her, even though she was avoiding eye contact with him. He hadn't asked her how she was, whether she was alright, or any other question . . . because he knew that he had hurt her. "Felicity," he began to say in a soft and low whisper. He raised his hand to touch her upper arm, but paused mid air. It was meant to be a comforting gesture he would not have thought twice about in the past . . . but considering all that had happened last night and this morning, he doubted touching her would make her feel any better. In fact, he doubted he could offer any comfort to her when he was the problem.

So instead, he casually and slowly brought his hand back to rest by his side, knowing that he should probably hope that no one else saw that . . . but didn't care if they did. He was too focused on her right now. "If you want to go back to the room, I can take care of this." She had the out of not feeling well, as she had earlier expressed to the other couple. And this wasn't a way of him dismissing her -- unlike what he had done before. He was being genuine. For if she wasn't up for it, he didn't want to push her to do this. She could do research from the room, look into Lewis -- since he knew she didn't like being idle. But he wanted to give her that option, not once again force her to into a situation she was not comfortable in.

[Felicity Smoak]

He said her name in that comforting manner, and before last night would have made her step into him and let him hug her to make her feel better. Now she just stood there, and wished he'd give her something for comfort. His hand had raised, but he changed his mind.

"No I can do this." She told him, hoping it was true. She would try, and be here to protect the others like the nice couple who had not let her sit alone. "He just--" She stopped, not being able to explain last night. Knowing he might be the one who was behind all this made his actions even more vile and frightening. She had been in a room full of people and she still touched her like he owned her. Had been about to pull her out of the room and do things, not caring that she had not only given him any sign, but had been trying to escape from him.

That sort of power. That arrogance and evilness made her skin crawl. Made her want another shower. Squaring her shoulders she forced herself to take a deep calming breath, and her lips to pull into a smile. "I can do this." Lowering her arms, she brought her face to slowly face his, and then her eyes raised to look at him for the first time since she ran naked from his arms.

[Oliver Queen]

She assured him that she could do this, and Oliver was all too aware of what he was asking of her. Just as he had been when he told her she was coming with her. He vowed never to put her in this kind of position again. She repeated words of confidnce, though he could tell that she was still nervous about the entire situation, and rightfully so. However, she finally made eye contact with him. Her lips had even turned into a smile. Despite everything that had happened, they could continue to work together, and face whatever came next. Taking advantage of the fact that she was looking at him, he reponded to her words with ones of utmost sincerity, certainty and confidence.

"I won't let you out of my sight," he promised her. So that even if she was talking to the wife, and he the husband, Oliver would make sure he knew where she was at all times. And that if she needed to step away, he would create an oppportunity for her to. "Come on," he said softly, casually taking her hand in his. He knew it may not be what she wanted right now -- or ever again -- but they had to appear united. And in certain ways, they were. As far as this mission was concerned, they were still united. "Lewis," Oliver greeted, forcing his tone to be polite even though seeing the man's face made him want to punch him as hard as he had punched the bathroom tile. "I don't believe we have had the chance to formally meet." Oliver would not apologize to him, and hated that he had to create a friendly air between them. But this was about protecting the others, and if that was what it took, then he had to do it. At least it helped that Lewis' wife was standing right there. It seemed that whenever either Cindy or Lewis were alone . . . things happened.

[Felicity Smoak]

How did one just walk up to people they hated and feared and pretend to be confidant and in charge? One pretended to be Oliver. Or Sara. Sara would have killed Lewis. Publicly. Oliver took her hand she she tightened her grip around it, as they approached closer. Everyone came closer together and Felicity could see Lewis tightening his shoulders, and growing ready for whatever Oliver might do.

He took a moment to reply, seeming surprised they had both come up to him. She needed to speak! Say something! Do something! But all thoughts as to what to say fled her mind as she just stood there for a moment, "Though we have met you wife on a few occasions when she was joining the group." There, something said. She just needed to talk to Cindy, and not think on how evil the man was before her.

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver continued to poilitely smile when Felicity spoke about generally about their encounters with Cindy. That, was not a discussion they needed to delve deep into. It was clear that his couple was a dysfunctional one . . . which only made Oliver wonder if it was a legitimate marriage, or if Lewis had done what Oliver did: gotten a fake wife to come on this cruise. "Ah yes," Cindy said, seeming to remember them. Then again, it wasn't as if there were a great number of couples aboard this ship. Wanting to bring more ease to Felicity, Oliver began to release Felicity's hand from his own, focusing his attention on Lewis.

"I was actually hoping we could talk business. That is, if you have a few moments to spare." Polite. That was all Oliver needed to do. Was remain polite. But also, with this hope to 'talk business' Oliver wanted to separate Lewis and Felicity, hoping that if she just focused on talking to Cindy . . . it would help relax her. "Men. Always talking about business, even while on vacation," Cindy said teasingly as she smiled at Felicity. There was something very, artificial about it. Besides, if these two were indeed a genuine and loving couple, both of them would have been capable of keeping their hands to themselves. But as past events proved, neither of them were.

[Felicity Smoak]

She noticed that Lewis didn't seem like he was enjoying the idea of talking business with Oliver, but she was also trying to keep Cindy from stopping them. "Perhaps that is why they need their wives close to them." She said quietly, making it clear that it was more conversation to keep them occupied rather then how she really felt.

Lewis however ignored his wife. 'I'm not in the habit of talking business with men I don't know.' And as Oliver had even admitted, they had not even introduced themselves. Felicity had not even known the man's name before he had tried to pull her away for a 'stolen moment' 'Adrian Lewis.' He introduced himself, 'And my most recent wife you seem to already know.' Most recent? Not his firs then.

[Oliver Queen]

Though they were standing next to each other, the conversation was already starting to get segmented, which was good. As planned, he would talk to Lewis, and Felicity would talk to Cindy. "True. We can at least provide them with some fun on their so called vacations," Cindy stated, taking a sip of her drink. Oliver focused more on the introduction. "Well, I hope to change that," Oliver said when Lewis spoke of how he didn't do business with men he did not know. Adrian Lewis. Good. They had a name. Whether it was his actual one or not had yet to be determined. "Nikolas Zorin," he introduced, extending his hand for Adrian to shake. "And this is my wife, Meghan Zorin," he said, motionig to Felicity. He knew that Lewis had already 'met' her but Oliver was not going to bring that up.

Instead, he was going to move the conversation straight to business to show that he was focused on that rather than making small talk. Which, Adrian did not seem to be a huge fan of either. "I've heard that your company is hoping to get some good investors." Who didn't want money? That was always a great way to start any conversation. With business being the focus of their conversation, Cindy was evidently bored and turned her attention to Felicity. "So Meghen. Do you do anything back home, or are you a trophy wife?" Which, it seemed Cindy was . . . if the marriage was in fact legitimate.

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity didn't like Cindy's tone, or suggestions and her hand tightness on Oliver's without thinking. She couldn't distract him but she couldn't take in comfort from knowing that for the moment they were a team. Whatever was going to hell personally, he'd not let harm come to her, or sleep with Cindy.

'I rather leave business for back home. And it's a private deal, not one open to the public' He reluctantly reached for Oliver's hand, and shook it. 'But it is always good to know who might be interested for later dates.'

Felicity was answering Cindy so failed to hear Lewis' reply. "Actually, I am the marketing manager with the company. Its how my husband and I met. We work together." And because the devil made her do it. "What do you for work?"

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver did not fail to notice her pressure change in holding his hand, and forced himself not to look at her. For it would only bring attention to the fact that something was wrong, when nothing was said to imply as much. Well, nothing that Cindy and Adrian would consider wrong. As Adrian deflected, it was clear that he was avoiding the subject . . . would only raised suspicion. Oliver knew when someone was evading a question or subject -- hell, Oliver did it himself all the time. So this was certainly not helping his case in being ruled out as a suspect. In fact, the more he spoke, the more guilty he was looking. He also could not push the subject for it would only start to make Oliver look suspicious. Once they shook hands, Oliver released his and brought it back down to his side. "I understand," Oliver stated politely. Though the fact that Adrian didn't want to speak of a business deal, despite his promotion of needing investors to other couples . . . was odd.

To avoid speaking of a deal that could potentially give his company a great sum of money was not something most business men did. "I was just looking to invest into a company, and yours was brought to my attention." If he avoided it this time, then it was clear that the man had ulterior motives here. Cindy on the other hand, was far from subtle. "That sounds dreadfully boring," she said as Felicity stated her fake job. She then forced another artificial smile, having very limited sense of what was polite and what was considered rude. "But that is quite charming that the two of you work together." She didn't believe her own words, and it certainly came across that way too. "I manage our estates." Meaning, she did nothing. "It can be quite a demanding job," she added. "But really, you two work together, live together, don't you ever get sick of each other?" Since obviously, Cindy and Adrian's relationship wasn't exactly represenative of a healthy marriage.