The man nodded wordlessly. He passed the umbrella to Olivia, got back in the car and then left.

The black vehicle soon disappeared.

Meanwhile, the light rain persisted.

Under the shower, the water splashed across the hem of Olivia's dress.

She had dressed up for the date. The air had gotten a bit chilly, but she remained still as Dylan came to her.

When he was about one meter away, she blurted out, “Can you just leave me alone? It's time to let go, Dylan. You've already chosen Gina, and not once have you contacted me for an entire month while you were with her. Just let me go. We don't have to be together. Maybe we're really better off without each other! I'll find someone else, and you... You can have a wonderful life with Gina and you don't have to worry about anyone else."

Olivia got more agitated as she spoke.

There was no hope of containing herself. The man in front of her was someone she used to love. And once, he had been in love with her too.

Olivia's eyelids trembled with unshed tears.

She walked past Dylan, but he caught her arm abruptly.

“Do you like him? Your date tonight," he asked in a low voice.

Olivia had no intention of telling him the truth.

She looked him in the eye and lied. "Yes. Very much. I think he and I will make a really good match." After a pause, she continued, "So don't come here again. It would cause misunderstandings. I don't want Leyla calling you daddy anymore either."

She left him with those words, turning her back to him and walking toward the villa.

The rain kept on falling.

As one of the past lovers was inside the house, the other was outside standing in the rain.

Olivia couldn't stop herself from thinking that perhaps she and Dylan could have had a happy life if not for the accident. But there were "ifs", and the past was water under the bridge. No amount of anguish would change things now.

As soon as she stepped into the dining room, she saw a table of dishes waiting for her.

Dylan had cooked all of the dishes especially for her.

It was not even the weekend, and yet he had come here to visit Leyla and prepare all these for her. If it had been in the past, she would have been moved. But she was a different person now. These things no longer mattered.

Olivia didn't touch any of the food.

As she went up the stairs, the main couldn't help but try to persuade her. "Miss Evans, Mr. Wright had..."

But before she could finish her words, Olivia interrupted her and said indifferently, "Throw all of it away. And don't let him inside here again."

At her words, the maid shook her head helplessly.