Sweat dripped from his forehead. Resting his head against her neck, Dylan murmured in a husky voice, “Do you like it?"

But Olivia didn't respond.

She was still trying to catch her breath and felt a wave of embarrassment...

She didn't have the strength nor the mood to slap him in the face...

Instead, she rested quietly against Dylan's shoulder. As they both regained their composure, she said lightly, “Dylan, you're not the only one who can satisfy me, you know."

With that, she pushed him off and started to straighten her clothes.

She was really in a mess.

Because of Dylan, her stockings were ruined, so Olivia just removed them entirely...

Dylan caught her arm and pleaded softly, "Give me another chance, Olivia! Let me look after you and Leyla."

Olivia looked down, smiled faintly, and shook her head in response.

For her, as an adult, such intimacy meant little... In other words, a moment like this wouldn't sway her decision to reconcile with Dylan.

After rejecting him, she walked back to the house alone.

Olivia remained upstairs until the party ended.

It was around ten in the evening when the guests departed one by one.

Soon after, Laura came upstairs and knocked on the door. “Everyone has left, including Dylan! How did your conversation go today?"

After her shower, Olivia was now reading a book in bed.

Beside her, Leyla was already asleep.

The little girl was sleeping deeply.

Wanting not to disturb Leyla, Olivia got up softly and murmured, “Let's head out to talk!"

Meanwhile, Laura was feeling a bit guilty, as she was the one who had invited Dylan.

Once they reached the parlor, Olivia asked with a light smile, “This was Edwin's idea, wasn't it?"

Laura looked at her for a moment before admitting awkwardly, "How did you figure that out?"

Olivia and Laura were close, so she said frankly, “Because only you would fall for his tricks time and time again! Everyone knows that."

At this, Laura hung her head and remained silent.