Chapter 84
Tyler couldn't help but mock himself inwardly for getting into an
argument with a girl who was still in school. He felt foolish for quarreling
over such trivial
matters.
As he reflected on his actions, he recalled what Naomi had said to him:
âWill you fall for her one day?â
Realizing that he might have been too harsh, Tyler softened his tone
and offered an apology, âOlivia, I admit that I acted Irrationally today.
Can you forgive me?â He gently wiped the sweat from her pale face
and continued, âTake the painkiller. If the pain is still unbearable, we'll
go to the hospital.â
However, Olivia clutched his shirt again and lifted her tearful eyes to
meet his gaze. She looked exhausted from the pain, her vulnerability
and coquettishness shining through as she spoke, âNobody loves me
except Jacob, You love Naomi, Mrs. Jones loves Naomi, and Dad loves
Naomi too. So many people love her, but what about me? I only have
Jacob's love, Can't I have even a little bit? Why are you mad at me?â
The maid, who had been observing silently, was taken aback by
Olivia's
emotional outburst. She wondered who this Jacob was and whether
Tyler was mad at Olivia because of him.
Tyler, however, remained silent, his expression still. Pity, weakness,
and helplessness reflected in Olivia's eyes.
Even though she wanted to break free from his embrace and distance
herself from him, he held her tightly. He gently wiped away her tears
with his fingers, his chin resting on her head. He continued to
apologize, âIt's my fault, Olivia. I hurt you today. Forgive me for my
recklessness, okay?"
Jacob's unexpected appearance had shattered Olivia's emotional
barriers, and she continued to push Tyler away, emotionally drained.
âYou all have people who love you. I only have Jacob, Why can't I have
even a little love?â
Tyler continued to hold her and pressed her head against his chest.
Her face was close to his body, and she was unable to move. She
sobbed in his embrace, clutching his shirt.
With his other hand, he held her hand and placed it on his chest.
Perhaps from exhaustion, she eventually calmed down after a brief
struggle. She sobbed silently while nestled in his embrace, still gripping
his shirt.
The maid remained shocked by the emotional scene she had
witnessed. She stood there, dumbstruck.
âSleep now,â Tyler whispered softly into Olivia's ear.
She seemed to be under his spell, becoming obedient. Even after he
removed his hand from her face, she remained still, leaning on his
chest, and soon drifted off to sleep. Curled up in a ball, she looked as if
she didn't feel entirely safe even in her sleep.
Tyler tucked her into bed and whispered almost inaudibly, âThere will be
many people who will love you.â
He sat by the bed, his expression still gloomy, as he watched her sleep
through the night.
The next morning, when Olivia woke up, she felt embarrassed as she
remembered her outburst from the previous night. What had she said?
Why had she acted as if she were drunk?
Feeling mortified, she briefly considered crawling back into bed to hide.
After procrastinating for a while, she finally headed downstairs after the
maid gently urged her several times.
Approaching Tyler, who was sitting at the dining table, she spoke
awkwardly, Tyler, I-I'm sorry about last night. I...â She couldn't bring
herself to continue, her face burning with embarrassment.
He set down his coffee mug and looked at her. âIs your stomach still
hurting?â