Stepping inside, he leaned in for a kiss, his voice husky, “I want to hear you say you want to be with me."

He pressed his lips against her soft skin.

Starting from her pointed chin, Dylan trailed kisses along her cheeks, up to her straight nose before finally pressing his lips to hers.

Meanwhile, his hands slipped under the shirt she wore.

Olivia didn't resist his advances, instead, she held onto his neck as he gently removed her underwear. Her voice, soft and tinged with rare tenderness, posed a question to him, "And what about you, Dylan? Do you want to be with me? Are you really ready?"

She gestured to his heart, questioning, “Is there space for me here?"

Dylan's gaze intensified. "You're the only one. Always and forever."

Olivia also stared at him.

Following the silence, neither felt inclined to pursue further actions.

Dylan guided her to the dining area. Throughout the meal, he inquired about Leyla. Olivia, with an indifferent expression, didn't offer much input, and Dylan understood her stance on the matter.

Perhaps in her mind, they were merely sexual partners.

Despite the warm ambiance of the dining room, a chill lingered in Dylan's heart. Nonetheless, he remained silent, focusing on serving her food. With a gentle tone, he urged, "You're barely eating. Have some more."

Bathed in the soft glow, Olivia's features exuded gentleness.

She had shed her innocence, blossoming into a woman of maturity.

Dylan found himself unable to tear his gaze away from her, captivated by her presence for a long time.

Recalling the events of that night, he felt a sense of bliss. It was a moment shared with the woman he loved, and he enjoyed every second of it. Yet he remained uncertain of Olivia's feelings.

After dinner, he had tasks to attend to in his study.

Subsequently, he noticed Olivia's absence in the bedroom.

Dylan's heart constricted slightly, fearing that Olivia had silently departed. Yet as he stepped out, he discovered her presence in the living room. She sat on the sofa, engrossed in the TV show with focused eyes, an open bag of potato chips beside her.

The sight tugged at Dylan's heartstrings.

In that moment, he was transported back to their golden days.

Each time he completed his work, Dylan would find Olivia indulging in snacks in secret.

No matter what he said, she persisted in her ways.

Dylan's eyes tinged with redness. He rubbed his temples before settling beside her, tilting his head slightly.