Olivia closed her eyes and said nothing, tears trickling down her cheeks.

Following that, she proceeded to take a shower.

When she walked out of the bathroom, Dylan had got the breakfast ready. Holding a dry towel, he gently wiped Olivia's body. Unable to resist, he leaned down and kissed her on the shoulder.

"I can handle the towel myself," Olivia murmured softly.

Ignoring her request, Dylan held her close, the towel and his embrace enveloping her. His shirt dampened by the water, he pressed a kiss to the back of her ear, whispering, "Your clothes are in the wardrobe. Go get changed, and we'll have breakfast together."