Olivia calmly set her phone aside upon hearing Ginaâs words.
She hadnât anticipated Ginaâs innocent directness, which made it difficult for her to reprimand her.
In truth, Gina had a point.
Dylanâs recent proposal to live separately seemed Like a precursor to divorce.
Ginaâs audacity probably stemmed from Dylanâs evident kindness towards her, bolstering her confidence.
Olivia inquired with a faint smile, âDoes Dylan share the same sentiment? And where is he now?â
At that moment, Dylan appeared at the door.
Olivia gazed at him, tears threatening to spill, but she fought to suppress them.
Turning to Gina, she spoke up softly.
âI apologize, miss.
This man is still my husband, and Iâd appreciate a moment alone with him.
â
Gina turned around and was shocked by Dylanâs presence.
Dylan gently patted her shoulder, urging her to return to her ward.
Gina complied and left quietly.
Once she was gone, Dylan entered Oliviaâs ward.
Edwin, from a distance, observed Dylan and noticed Oliviaâs teary eyes.
Preferring not to intrude, he moved aside for a cigarette.
Edwin had delved into Ginaâs background and discovered that she was the daughter of an oil tycoon.
More importantly, she had saved Dylanâs life.
Dylan calmly closed the door behind him and stated, âGina is simply an employee.
Our relationship is unaffected by her.
â
Olivia remained silent, her gaze fixed on him.
After a while, she approached the window where a pack of cigarettes sat, likely left by Edwin.
With trembling hands, Olivia lit a cigarette.
She took a puff, though, and being a non-smoker, it caused her to cough violently.
After a moment, she managed a faint smile, remarking, âThis is my first time.
Turns out, itâs not as enjoyable as I thought.
â
Dylanâs gaze remained fixed on her.
Olivia extinguished the cigarette and asked stiffly, âDoes she reside in the villa too? Do you share a living arrangement? Are you guys inseparable-working together, dining together, even taking evening strolls?â
âThatâs enough, Olivia,â Dylan interrupted with a frown.