#Chapter 165: Moving Day
Olivia
The next morning, the sun was barely over the horizon when the sound of a truck pulling into the driveway yanked me from sleep. Startled, I struggled out of bed and waddled over to the window, peering through the curtains to see what was going on.
My eyes widened as I spotted Nathan standing beside a large moving truck, talking animatedly with a couple of movers. Boxes and furniture were already being pulled from the truck.
“What on earth…” I muttered to myself, pulling on my robe before rushing downstairs to confront him.
“Nathan!” I called out as I reached the front door, my heart pounding in my chest. “What are you doing?”
As I spoke, a mover brushed past me without a word, holding an ornate side table in his meaty hands and nearly toppling me over in the process.
Nathan turned to me, a wide grin on his face, looking like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “I’m moving in, Liv,” he announced, as though it were the most natural thing in the

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