After a while, she whispered, “Can I count on you this time, Dylan?"

Wrapped in his arms, she felt safe...

Holding her close, Dylan realized Olivia wasn't just a girl anymore.

She'd grown into a woman, his woman.

Cupping her face, he planted a kiss. "Let's get that marriage license tomorrow and set a date."

Olivia grinned and said, “There's no rush! I have got tons on my plate at the moment."

Despite her smile, tears glistened in her eyes.

Dylan sensed her sorrow and gently wiped them away. “Don't cry, Liv. Please."

But the tears kept coming.

That night, she stayed put with Leyla...

When it was bedtime, Leyla squirmed happily between them in the king-sized bed.

Worried she'd disturb Olivia, Dylan pulled the little one close, spinning tales to soothe her.

Leyla's sweetness melted his heart.

He couldn't resist showering her with kisses.

She was such a little cutie!

Whenever Leyla felt shy, she'd hide behind her tiny hands...

From that week on, Olivia's schedule kicked up a notch.

Before, she'd swing by the office a couple times a week. Lately, it was a daily affair...

But thanks to Dylan's help, she managed to squeeze in some comic drawing at night. So life wasn't too shabby.

Early spring brought its share of showers.

One day, wrapping up work, Olivia stepped out, but her driver was nowhere to be found.

Calling the driver also yielded no response.

Just as she pondered whether to take a taxi, a sleek black limo cruised by. Suddenly, a voice piped up. “Ray, it's Miss Evans. Let's give her a lift!"

Olivia froze.