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Tyler went on, âAlso, bring some anti-inflammatory ointment.â
The maid went downstairs right away.
Turning his attention back to Olivia, he walked into her room and said,
âWhy didnât you answer the door, hmm?â
Olivia remained silent, offering no response.
Tyler tried again, âDonât you want to eat?â His voice remained flat, not
as cold as it had been with the
maid.
Just then, the maid returned with the first aid kit. Tyler instructed her,
âYou can leave after placing it
on the table.â
Without hesitation, the maid left the room.
Once they were alone, Tyler picked up the first aid kit and approached
Olivia's bedside. He reached for the anti-inflammatory ointment and
began to open it. âI was the one who decided to keep the cat. It's my
problem. I've dealt with it.â
As he prepared to apply the ointment to her face, Olivia instinctively
moved away, dodging his touch.
Tyler paused, frowning as he looked at her.
Olivia looked frail as she softly said, âI'm fine, Tyler. I just don't feel like
eating, that's all.â She maintained a certain distance from him,
seemingly reluctant to let him get closer.
Tyler observed her closely, his gaze unwavering. After a lengthy pause,
he asked, âAre you angry with
me?â
Olivia spoke softly, âNo, donât misunderstand, Tyler.â
Tyler fixed his eyes on her, his voice soft yet tinged with displeasure as
he said, âOlivia.â
She kept her head down, avoiding eye contact.
Suppressing his emotions, Tyler said softly, âI'm sorry, Olivia. It's my
fault. Please donât make it difficult. Can I apply the ointment to help with
the swelling?â
Olivia instinctively moved away again, putting more distance between
them.
Tyler let out a subtle sigh, placing the ointment back down. âDo you
think I shouldn't have gotten rid of the cat?â
Her lips trembled slightly as she replied, âI really didnât think that.â
With patience, Tyler told her, âI understand that it may not have been
the cat's fault. Can you stop being mad?â
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She then said, âCan you stop overthinking, Tyler?â
Tyler sensed that something was truly bothering her. He sat on the bed,
quietly observing her. They remained seated across from each other in
silence, the divide between them growing.
He had no idea what had caused her distress, but he noticed the dark
circles under her eyes and the swelling on her cheek.
Suddenly, he recalled Julia's words earlier, and his expression turned
cold.
Gradually, he began to put some distance between them, moving away
from Olivia. âIf you get hungry, let the maid know.â
Olivia replied obediently, âOkay.â