Chapter 211

Almost two days later, Tyler brought Olivia to his family home. The moment she walked into the living room, Ana came over to her and noticed how thin she looked.

“What happened?” Ana asked.

Olivia didn’t say anything. She just stood there next to Tyler, looking very pale.

“She’s been vomiting a lot, so I thought it might help if she stayed here for a bit,” Tyler explained.

Ana was worried. “I’ve never seen anyone look this bad when they’re expecting. Have you taken her to the doctor?”

“I did. They said she’s fine,” Tyler answered.

The maid and driver were bringing Olivia’s bags inside.

“I’m glad she’s staying with us,” Ana said. “Rest as much as you need here.‘

Tyler didn’t say much after that. He told the maid and driver, “Bring the bags upstairs.”

Ana remained staring at Olivia. She could see that she was down. She didn’t talk more, allowing Tyler to bring her upstairs.

When they were alone in the room, Tyler asked, “Do you want to rest for a bit?”

Even though she was tired, Olivia didn’t feel like lying down. “I’ll start unpacking,” she decided.

She immediately went to her bags and the wardrobe.

Tyler watched her carefully. She looked very tired and had dark circles under her eyes. She was a lot different from just a few days ago.

After a while, he said, “Let the maid do that.”

But Olivia acted as if she didn’t hear him. She kept moving her things from the bags to the wardrobe.

Tyler went over and gently stopped her by holding her wrist. They both paused, not saying anything.

“Stop,” he finally said. He leaned over, casting his shadow upon hers, almost as if engulfing her.

Olivia didn’t look at him, her head bowed. Beneath his overshadowing presence, she was frail and silent.

“Can you let me go?” she asked softly.

Tyler let go of her wrist after a few seconds. She then sat down on the floor, stopping her unpacking.

Unaware of how much time had passed, Tyler, who should have been in an online meeting, squatted beside her. He gently caressed Olivia’s cheek, his expression revealing little emotion.

“It’ll get better,” he said.

“Yeah, I know. I’m just wondering if love is the same for everyone,” Olivia said.

Tyler felt a strange warmth at her words, “Do you understand what love is?”

“Do you love Naomi, Tyler?” she asked, looking for an honest answer. Her gaze was intense and pained, yet also filled with sorrow. “Does all love change?”

“You’re still young. When you grow older, you’ll realize that love changes with time. A person’s mind is unpredictable, and sometimes we can’t even control our feelings.”

“So, feelings can change.” After a pause, Olivia asked, “Has your love for Naomi changed after all these years?”

“It becomes more about family and responsibilities,” Tyler responded, which sounded harsh to her.

“Enough, I don’t want to hear anymore,” she interrupted him, her head lowered. She couldn’t bear to listen further; it was simply too cruel. At her age, people often harbored naive dreams about love. Tyler withdrew his hand from her cheek, continuing to watch her in silence.