Dylan removed his coat.

Gripping the steering wheel with both hands, he cast her a smoldering gaze.

After a moment, he murmured, "You didn't mention Raphael was also here."

"I didn't realize it until I arrived. I was told he wouldn't be there," Olivia explained, feeling guilty.

He appeared slightly irritated.

Meanwhile, she behaved like a spoiled brat.

Following her outburst, she insisted, “Let me take over.”

He held her in his arms and planted a kiss on her lips. They hadn't been together for days, and he longed for her. Their lips met, and he kissed her with deep passion.

After a while, he rested his forehead against hers.

Tracing her reddened lips with his finger, he remarked softly, “You seem a bit tipsy too now. We'll need a designated driver."

Olivia flushed with embarrassment.

Dylan retrieved his phone to call one, and then leaned in to kiss her once more.

Just as they were lost in their kiss, the designated driver arrived.

Dylan informed the driver of their destination. As snow fell outside, Dylan and Olivia leaned back in their seats. Olivia filled him in on what had happened after he left, mentioning Leyla's difficulties sleeping at night. Dylan, in turn, shared his experiences abroad and the challenges his parents had faced.

"You could bring them back here in Duefron!"

Olivia contemplated suggesting this, but ultimately kept her thoughts to herself.

After some hesitation, she simply said, “If they aren't abroad, you wouldn't have to deal with the hassle of traveling between countries."

Dylan leaned in and kissed her tenderly on the lips.

He responded, “That's my plan."

Their driver was a young man.

He drove cautiously, his focus only on the road ahead, avoiding any glance back at them.

The car arrived at the apartment building.

Dylan thanked the young driver and generously tipped him before suggesting him to take a taxi back.

Dylan said goodbye and then turned towards Olivia.