To accept Dylan was to accept Gina's presence in their lives, a fact that Olivia found deeply uncomfortable yet helpless.

Edwin, always direct, pushed the matter, but Olivia felt powerless.

Gina's father once saved Dylan's life, and he owed them that much; so Dylan was naturally expected if Gina was really at her death bed.

Olivia couldn't do anything about it.

Tears filled her eyes as she expressed her feelings, feeling wronged by the situation.

Eventually, Mark turned to Laura with a heartfelt request. “Laura, please talk to Edwin when he returns tonight."

Laura nodded in agreement. “Dad, don't worry. I'll speak with him.”

Later at midnight, Olivia received a message from Dylan stating that he had safely arrived at his parents’ house, accompanied by a photo.

Olivia peered at the photo beneath the covers, hesitant to respond for fear of appearing overly attached, yet she couldn't deny her deep feelings.

As she contemplated her emotions, Dylan, sensing her hesitation, called her.

His voice, soft and reassuring, floated through. “Olivia, it's snowing here as well."

“Okay," Olivia replied succinctly.

Dylan added, envisioning future plans, "Next year at this time, let's take Leyla here skiing- she'll be thrilled."

Her response was muted, her voice hoarse, as she processed the conversation and her feelings.

Dylan was certain that Olivia had been crying, possibly due to something Edwin had said.

He understood the pressure she faced about being with him. Being an Evans, Olivia could have found someone better. She only chose him because of love, reaffirming his belief in her feelings.

For the first time, Dylan truly felt Olivia's unconditional love.

He realized there was no turning back, much like a moth drawn irresistibly to a flame.

He had once envied that fact that Raphael once possessed Olivia's unwavering love, but now he recognized that he had achieved the same thing long ago. Now he regretted his decision to go abroad because how much he missed her. However, his father's broken leg required his care for a few days, necessitating his departure.

As he stood in the gently falling snow, Dylan's voice, rough with emotion, sought to comfort her.

“Olivia, don't cry!"

“I'm not crying," she responded, her voice steady.

A silent pause hung between them before Dylan spoke again in a tender whisper. Only when he said the words “I love you" did Olivia fully grasp the depth of his statement.

She remained silent, absorbing his words as he continued earnestly, "These days, I've had no intention of merely being casual. Olivia, I love you, and I want you to be my wife, just like we planned before."