Oliviaâs lips quivered as she managed a weak smile.
âOkay, I get it! Are you telling me weâre not really a couple because we havenât been intimate? Is that why youâre pushing me to choose between you and him? Youâre too kind, Dylan.
Youâve really outdone yourself this time.
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If Leyla were actually Dylanâs child, Olivia would have lost her temper and given him a piece of her mind.
She felt she needed to make him understand how stupid he sounded.
Unfortunately, Dylan wasnât Leylaâs real dad.
They had an understanding before they got married.
Dylan had promised to treat Leyla as his own.
But now, he was forcing her to choose between him and Raphael.
Olivia found herself torn by his words.
Despite the sweat cooling on her skin, she managed to regain her composure, though with a touch of disappointment.
She straightened her clothes calmly.
As she was about to leave, she paused by the sofa and then murmured softly, âIâm not sure how to say this, Dylan, but you should know Iâm not the naive girl I once was.
I didnât rush into things when I chose to be with you⦠But why start doubting my feelings now, after everything weâve been through? You think I should go back to Raphael? And whatâs this? Giving me two years so I can be sure who I wanna be with? Youâre making it feel like youâre being generous and giving me the choice, but in fact, it feels more like torture, not a choice.
Are you saying you wonât consider getting back together unless I pass some sort of test by waiting for you for two more years? How can you be so heartless? Donât forget, Iâm already in my thirties.
I donât have time to waste on your games!â
In truth, she hoped her words would corner Dylan, pushing him to reconsider.
To her surprise, Dylan was more stubborn than she had expected this time.
He seemed to have made up his mind, and it appeared that nothing could sway him.
In the dimly lit room, Dylan, wearing a faint smile, remarked, âWell, Olivia, I didnât expect you to become so articulate after two years apart!â
She sneered back, âAnd Iâm just as shocked to see youâve turned into such a jerk!â
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Having said that, Olivia turned to leave.
However, Dylan got up from the sofa and caught her wrist.
âWhy not stay for dinner?â he asked.
Glancing from Dylan to the dog crouched beside him, Olivia snapped, âEnjoy your dinner with Gina! Since youâre so close to her, you might as well share everything with your dog.
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Her tone dripped with sarcasm.
Dylan found himself speechless at her sarcastic words.
Olivia had imagined many scenarios for their reunion but nothing like this.
Her legs trembled as she walked out of the house.
As twilight enveloped the city, she lingered in the car, lost in thought.
Suddenly, Dylan yanked the door open and offered, âLet me drive you home.
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