However, they werenât inclined to watch the snow at that moment.
Seated on the sofa, Dylanâs hand rested on the armrest while the other encircled Oliviaâs slender waist, veins protruding on the back of his hand.
Dylan was completely lost in the moment, his mind unable to focus on anything else.
He looked at the woman in his arms, about to engage in the most intimate moment, when she suddenly whispered, âThe condom!â
Dylan was stunned.
Sitting up slightly, he kissed her, his voice muffled.
âYou wonât get pregnant.
â
He was practically sterile.
So they didnât need to use any form of contraception.
The thought weighed heavily on Dylan, filling him with sadness.
Turning over, he pressed her under him, consumed by his emotions.
His intensity caused her to cry out and scream involuntarily.
After a few hours, they were drenched in sweat.
She ached all over.
He wore an apologetic expression, kissing away the tears at the corners of her eyes as he whispered an apology.
Olivia remained silent.
She simply hugged him tightly.
She later stepped into the shower alone, feeling the water cascade down her neck, chest, and abdomen.
Olivia gently touched her abdomen, and suddenly, Dylanâs words from earlier flashed through her mind.
He had mentioned being sterile.
While a baby wasnât their entire world, she still wanted to have a child with him.
Why was he so certain of his sterility? What if the doctor had made an error? Or perhaps it could be treated?
Maybeâ¦
Once they were officially back together, she could persuade him to undergo another examination.
Perhaps the doctor was wrong.
Exiting the bathroom, Olivia discovered Dylan in the study, Likely tending to company matters.
Following his fatherâs leg injury, he had assumed his fatherâs responsibilities.
The accident from two years ago still haunted Olivia, instilling lingering fear.
However, she couldnât stop Dylanâs work because of it.
Feeling a bit weary, she decided to rest on the bed for a nap.