He respected Olivia, and though he was reluctant, he simply touched her hand softly and wished her a good nightâ¦
Olivia had hoped that Dylan would let her go once he heard what she had to say.
However, upon her getting off the car, Dylan emerged from the car on the opposite side.
As Olivia held the door, their eyes met, but she couldnât help but ask in a hushed tone, âWhat do you want, Dylan?â
This was the Edwinâs villa, where Edwin and Laura were undoubtedly inside.
Olivia was keen not to be seen with Dylan.
Yet, Dylan approached her, each step deliberate.
He draped his jacket over her shoulders, his eyes tender as he murmured, âI understand itâs late, and Leyla must be asleep by now.
I wonât wake her up, I promise.
I just want to see her.
â
Olivia remained rooted to the spot.
With his arm around her shoulder, Dylan guided Olivia into the house.
A servant happened to be there in the hallway.
Upon seeing Olivia and Dylan, the maid immediately rose to greet them.
However, she couldnât help but feel anxious seeing them together.
However, Olivia simply asked softly, âHas Leyla gone to bed?â
The servant nodded obediently.
âYes, she has.
Nanny brought Miss Leylaâs bottle down just now and confirmed that she is fast asleep.
â
Satisfied, Olivia nodded.
Shrugging off the jacket, she ascended the stairs without saying a word to Dylan.
Disregarding the servantâs gaze, Dylan followed Olivia upstairs.
Together, they ascended to the second floor.
Olivia whispered, âBe sure not to disturb her.
â
With a meaningful glance, she conveyed her expectations to Dylan.
Dylan understood the implication.
Failure to comply meant losing any chance of seeing the little girl again.
He nodded in agreement.
The nannyâs quarters were adjacent to Leylaâs.
Startled by the noise, she hurried to check what was going on.
Acknowledging the nanny with a nod, Olivia led Dylan into the girlâs room.
Despite the nannyâs surprise at Dylanâs presence, she complied with Oliviaâs instructions.
Bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, Leyla lay serenely on her pink princess bed.
Although Leyla was nearly two years old, she still had a habit of kicking off her blanket while sleeping.