Leyla let out a dreamy giggle, burped softly, and drifted back to sleep.

Reluctant to part with the Little girl, Dylan leaned closer as if trying to make amends for his absence over the past two years.

Throughout the poignant scene, Olivia watched silently, her emotions tumultuous.

Eventually, she couldn't contain her emotions any longer. Rushing out into the hallway, she tilted her head upward to prevent the tears from falling.

At that moment, her heart swelled with a myriad of conflicting emotions.

The recent scene oozed warmth, yet it only fueled Olivia's resentment towards Dylan. If she hadn't tasted the sweetness of love, she might not have felt its absence so keenly. Once, she believed herself to be the happiest woman alive with Dylan by her side.

But now, alongside her obsession, Olivia harbored a deep loathing for Dylan.

Love and hate entangled themselves, creating a complex web of emotions.

This made it all the more hard for her to fall in love with him again.

The nanny sensed the tension between Olivia and Dylan and decided to pretend to be asleep. After what seemed like an eternity, Dylan emerged from Leyla’s room and saw Olivia standing alone in the hallway.

He walked towards her slowly.

Meanwhile, Olivia turned to face him, her expression grave as she addressed him. “Dylan, have you reached a decision? If you want Leyla and me, you need to step up and be a responsible father. I can't handle the uncertainty of you changing your mind down the road. If my heart still belonged to someone else, we wouldn't have walked down the aisle in the first place! Our marriage should be built on mutual trust. Don't you agree?"

Dylan remained silent when he heard what she said.

Instead, he opted to pull Olivia into a tight embrace.

Olivia didn't resist, leaning against him silently.

At this moment, neither spoke a word.

After a while, Dylan felt something warm and damp on his shoulder and realized Olivia was crying.

Her sobs were soft, filled with a sense of resignation.

She didn't want to just forgive Dylan so easily. But what choice did she have? She was still deeply in love with the man who had once brought her so much joy.

As the night deepened, a hush settled over the surroundings, enveloping everything in silence.

Dylan cradled Olivia in his embrace, the passing moments stretching into an eternity.

Clad in a black robe, Edwin held a goblet in his hand, silently observing the pair from the balcony of his room.

Generosity wasn't a trait Edwin readily attributed to himself.

Once upon a time, he would have swiftly intervened if Dylan dared to break Olivia's heart, just as Marcus had done to Leonel once.