NTR: Mommy Will Help You! Chapter 288 288: Why Are You Trying So Hard to Make Me Mad?

Beside Sarah, Ron found himself growing increasingly uneasy.

Trouble had been on his mind ever since Oliver suggested bringing his mother, Maya, along, and with the pair exchanging icy glares now, it was evident that matters would escalate quickly.

Yet, spotting Oliver grasping Emma's hand and settling her onto his lap, Ron swallowed hard and directed his eyes toward Maya.

'Damn! What's her next move?'

Meanwhile, Brenda caught sight of her mom Linda's anxious face. She rolled her eyes in exasperation and shook her head. 'Who advised you to behave so possessively? See where that's gotten you!'

All present were immersed in their personal musings and eager expectations for the unfolding events.

Oliver, with Emma comfortably perched on his lap, paid no heed to the surrounding tension, relishing the gentle wriggling of her soft rear against him.

Before long, Maya's patience wore thin; she shot Oliver a fierce stare and snapped sharply, 'What is this!? You invite me here and then act as if I'm invisible!? Do I mean nothing to you!?'

Seated beside Maya, Linda wore a frown of disapproval too. 'See how folks transform once they've got multiple women in their life... Now we're treated as if we don't exist.'

Rebecca was somewhat puzzled by the situation, though the room fell silent following Maya and Linda's outbursts.

She and the others fixed their gazes on Oliver, curious about his response.

After sipping some water and setting the glass aside, Oliver addressed Maya in a relaxed voice, 'Hmmm, I've changed? Perhaps... but that doesn't excuse someone with a partner from hitting the bars and parties nightly, does it?'

He then pivoted to Linda, continuing in the same laid-back manner, 'The same applies to a lady attempting to portray me as a betrayer simply because I haven't lavished attention on her.'

Having spoken, Oliver encircled Emma with his arm, drawing her nearer. 'Understand, I prefer women free of jealousy, those who manage their own emotions without fussing over unknowns.'

'So, tell me, my dear teacher, will you prove to be such a woman, or merely another tiresome source of drama?' He tacked on playfully, yet his tone betrayed underlying seriousness.

Emma beamed, leaning her head against him so her lips grazed his neck. 'Naturally, I'm not like those foolish women who rage over trivial matters... provided you hold me close like this or continue spoiling me with cash, feel free to overlook me and toy with me as you wish...'

Amused by Emma's reply, Oliver laughed softly, lifting a hand to tuck her hair back before nibbling her earlobe and murmuring, 'Indeed, you're exactly the type of woman worth keeping... not like certain others who paint me as the bad guy.'

Stunned, Maya and Linda listened to Oliver's offhand dismissal directed at them.

Since their prior encounter, Maya anticipated an apology and efforts to win her favor, yet the reality proved the contrary.

At that instant, she was at a loss for words or actions.

Linda appeared equally caught off guard, as Oliver now ignored her completely, devoting himself to the stunning educator.

Pale-faced, Linda and Maya exchanged helpless glances, silently urging the other to intervene.

Unfortunately, shock rendered them speechless and immobile.

In time, tears welled in their eyes, and their lips trembled as they fought back sobs.

Oliver, naturally, observed this development.

Observing the pair of lovely women teetering on tears, he sighed and relaxed his hold on Emma.

Rising from his seat, he strode assuredly toward them.

Positioning himself directly before the duo, he rested a hand on Maya's face, stroking it softly.

The moment Oliver's fingers met her skin, Maya shut her eyes, savoring the gentle heat of his touch.

Linda experienced the same, her breathing catching as Oliver's free hand lifted her chin, guiding her gaze to meet his.

'You two... why push my buttons like this? Clearly, ignoring you wasn't deliberate. Still, you responded that way... Truth be told, a simple embrace and request for forgiveness upon my arrival would have spared those words... But no, you complicated it. Now you're on the brink of tears... Come on!'

Finishing his piece, Oliver drew the women nearer, draping an arm over each shoulder.

'Rather than complicating things for us all, why not express your emotions directly? That's far easier, isn't it?'

Listening to Oliver, Maya and Linda's faces flushed hot.

They recognized his logic, as their actions had sparked the current mess.

A warm welcome without incident would have sufficed, yet their initial anger and frosty demeanor prompted his sharp comeback.

'I- I'm... sorry.' Maya murmured shyly, averting her eyes in lingering shame.

Linda shared the sentiment but mustered the courage to meet Oliver's eyes. 'I'm sorry as well, Oliver. We messed up... and we apologize.'

'Hmmm...' Oliver's grin broadened as he tugged them tighter, their bosoms flattening against his chest. 'Much improved, wouldn't you say?'

Next, he planted kisses on Maya's and Linda's cheeks in turn, then murmured tenderly, 'Naturally, I'm sorry for my words and for leaving you both hanging. It wasn't on purpose, okay? It simply occurred... Let's put this behind us now? The evening ahead promises enjoyment!'

'Yes...' They chorused, clinging to Oliver firmly before pecking his cheeks and adding affectionately, 'Thank you.'