Recognizing Oliviaâs lack of receptivity, Nigel refrained from further discussion and swiftly gathered his things before heading back to the company.
Meanwhile, Olivia remained seated, leisurely sipping her coffee as the sun dipped below the horizon.
Upon Nigelâs return to the office to deliver his report, Dylan had just finished sorting through a stack of documents and was reclining in his leather chair, taking a moment to rest.
Nigel knocked lightly on the door before entering the room.
Dylan opened his eyes, noticing Nigelâs presence.
He shifted slightly in his seat.
âHow did it go?â
Placing the document on Dylanâs desk, Nigel sighed softly.
âIt wasnât easy,â Nigel began, his tone heavy.
âMiss Evans remains resolute.
She declined your offer of goodwill.
â
Dylanâs gaze drifted to the document before him, his thoughts drifting elsewhere.
He had anticipated her response.
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They hadnât crossed paths for two months since she moved out.
It wasnât that Dylan didnât yearn for her or for Leyla.
However, he held himself back from seeking them out.
Noticing his expression, Nigel couldnât help but think that he might regret divorcing her.
So, he made a point of mentioning it in front of him, saying, âLeyla has grown taller.
Last time I saw her, she wasnât walking well, but now sheâs running around.
Sheâs as beautiful as her mother.
Oh, and Miss Evans hasnât been in good health.
I heard that sheâs been unwell for the past two months and hasnât been going out much.
â
Dylanâs hands tightened involuntarily.
Sensing the tension, Nigel opted to leave without further dialogue, fabricating an excuse.
Dylan made his way to the French window, standing in contemplation.
It was getting dark.
The office lights glowed brightly, and even the Lights beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows illuminated the surroundings, but none of them belonged to Dylan and Oliviaâs home.
In that place they once called home, there was only eternal darkness.
He hadnât dared to return.
Fear held him back.
He dreaded the potential regret of revisiting the past.
But now, does he regret his decision?
Retrieving his phone from his pocket, Dylan dialed Oliviaâs number.
Olivia didnât pick up.
Despite his repeated attempts, she did not respond to any of his calls.
Perhaps she harbored resentment toward him.
At the beginning of September, Olivia immersed herself in work.
The magazine underwent downsizing, retaining only two departments: the editorial and comic departments.
Elva then took a series of photographs for Oliviaâs magazine for free.
Despite being a second-tier magazine, Elvaâs presence and appearance made it surpass its first-tier counterparts, leading to the issue receiving a significant advertising contract in the eight-figure range.