Raphael was leaning against the wall, his jacket seemingly forgotten on the seat. Dressed in a white shirt and black suit pants, he looked strikingly handsome and lean. Fiddling with the lighter, he regarded her in silence.

Without a word, Olivia averted her gaze, turning on the gold faucet.

Observing her reflection, Raphael asked softly, “Did you sleep with him?"

Olivia stiffened slightly.

The bathroom was quiet, with only the gentle sound of flowing water breaking the silence. Olivia lifted her gaze to the mirror, meeting her own reflection. After a prolonged moment of contemplation, she spoke up softly. "Raphael, what answer are you hoping for?"

As Raphael geared up to reply, his gaze was diverted to a faint mark on her neck, a light pink hue that couldn't be mistaken by any adult.

His expression darkened, and he even took a step forward to meet her eyes in the mirror. He repeated his question, his voice weighted with concern. “Did you sleep with him?"

Under the crystal lamp, Olivia's face turned pale.

Unexpectedly, she flashed a gentle smile. Looking into his eyes in the mirror, she uttered softly, "Yes. I slept with him. Are you satisfied now?"

After her words hung in the air, a heavy silence fell.

Raphael's expression darkened. Though he had imagined this moment many times, the reality of her words shocked him, leaving him momentarily unable to accept it.

Olivia harbored no regrets about her confession.

She hadn't actually slept with Dylan, but she was determined to cut ties with Raphael. If her words could sever their connection completely, she was willing to say whatever it took.

The next moment, her back slammed against the wall as Raphael pinned her.

The impact was painful, his body pressing intensely against hers.

With her back to the wall, Olivia fought to keep her voice down.

“Raphael, you're crazy."

"Probably," he muttered, leaning closer. He seemed like a wild animal, lowering his head to inhale the scent of her neck.

To him, it carried a faint, masculine hint of pine. It was Dylan's scent.

His nose Lightly grazed her neck, causing him to gaze at the barely visible hickey. With a hoarse voice, he asked, "Is he better than me? Did you think about me when he fucks you?"

"Clap!"

Olivia slapped Raphael, her palm reddening instantly.

She was usually gentle, never one to act like this, but now she was furious.

“Raphael, do you realize what you're saying? We ended things a long time ago. We've both acknowledged that night was a mistake. You're not part of my life. Got it?"