Chapter 8 87 % D The sudden voice from behind startled Olivia , and she knocked over the spaghetti on the counter . And then she cried out as the hot spaghetti slid onto her hand , the sauce spattering a bit . Liam frowned and hurried over . " I'm fine … " Olivia began , but Liam had already grabbed her wrist to check the burn . She kept her eyes down , too nervous to meet his gaze . " Do you always act like I'm the boogeyman whenever you see me ? " Liam's voice was calm , but it carried a hint of authority . Olivia forced a smile . " It … it was just an accident ." " Come with me , " Liam said , tugging gently at her wrist and guiding her out of the kitchen . But Olivia quickly pulled her hand away , creating some distance . There were lines that shouldn't be crossed as step - siblings , especially since Liam already had a fiancée . She knew that much . For a moment , Liam's hand grasped at empty air , and a flicker of something unreadable crossed his face . But soon he resumed his usual impassive expression . " Sit down ," he said sharply . Olivia didn't know what he was up to , but she didn't dare argue . She quietly took a seat . Soon , she noticed Liam walking over to a nearby shelf , as if searching for something . Before long , Olivia saw Liam come over with burn ointment . As he moved to help her , she quickly said , " Thanks , but I think I can do it myself . " Liam hesitated , halfway to sitting beside her , and then casually moved to the couch across the room , keeping a comfortab'a distance . " Liam , " she said , waving the ointment tube , " I'm good . You can go back to your room . " But Liam paid no mind . He glanced into the messy kitchen instead . " Hungry ? " he asked . She was starving , of course . Her growling stomach was proof enough . Thirty minutes of effort had ended up on the floor , along with her pride and one painful burn . Still , Olivia didn't dare tell Liam the truth . She just forced a light laugh . " Just a craving . You know how it is ." Liam didn't say anything . He just walked to the kitchen . Olivia watched his back , her brow furrowing in confusion , Her eyes widened as he reached for the apron and pulled it on . And soon he fetched some food from the fridge . Olivia blinked , stunned . Liam was making her some food - this was just beyond imagination . But then she thought , ' Maybe he just feels guilty for startling me into spilling the spaghetti . Maybe this is his way of making it up to me ." A few minutes later , a steaming plate of spaghetti was set on the table . " Come eat , " he said , his voice neutral . Olivia hesitated , her response soft and distant . " Oh … Okay . " She sat down , and the aroma of the dish hit her . She'd never imagined Liam could cook so well . She took a bite , and the flavors were incredible . She asked , " Did you learn to cook this well for Felicity ? " Olivia had only meant to break the awkward silence , but as soon as she spoke , Liam's gaze seemed to turn cold .