He vowed, “I won't go on any blind dates or seek out other women in the future. If there is someone better suited for you, I won't be an obstacle. I'll look after the kids while you enjoy your time out.”

What nonsense was he spouting?

Olivia's hand flew to meet Dylan's cheek, though the force behind it was rather feeble.

Dylan's gaze dimmed as he captured her hand, gently guiding it to his face. "If that slap didn't make you feel better, feel free to hit me again.”

Olivia felt a surge of irritation. She tried to pull her hand away, but Dylan held on firmly.

What a piece of work!

Seething with frustration, Olivia turned her head away from him.

Gazing at Olivia's profile, Dylan felt a surge of emotion wash over him, causing his heart to flutter.

It had been ages since he and Olivia had been truly close. Ever since the car accident, while she no longer avoided him and even reluctantly let him bond with Leyla, Olivia herself remained aloof towards him. Even during her pregnancy check-ups, he merely offered occasional support by holding her arms, hesitant to make any physical contact out of concern that it might unsettle her.

Now, in the quiet of the hospital ward, it was just the two of them and their baby boy.

Unable to contain his feelings any longer, Dylan leaned in to kiss Olivia first on her forehead, and then on her lips, catching her off guard.

"Cut it out, Dylan!" Olivia's voice sliced through the air, laced with anger.

Turning her face away, she made it clear she wasn't receptive to Dylan's advances, but he took hold of her chin, gently guiding her to meet his gaze. Lowering his head, he pressed his lips against hers again.

It wasn't a passionate French kiss; instead, Dylan's lips met hers with a tender touch.

Despite this, Olivia remained hesitant, her body trembling faintly.

However, Dylan's desires seemed to be ignited. He boldly slid his hand beneath the bedsheet, exploring Olivia's voluptuous and soft body. The sensation of her flesh against his fingertips only fueled his excitement further.

However, it wasn't solely driven by lust; rather, it was merely a physiological response.

In truth, Dylan had abstained from sexual activity for over six months. Perhaps due to the weight of his psychological burden, he hadn't even indulged in self-pleasure in recent months. Yet, the moment his hand grazed Olivia's skin, his body reacted instinctively.

Meanwhile, he battled fiercely to restrain himself, struggling against the surge of desire that threatened to overwhelm him.

On the other hand, Olivia sensed Dylan's body shift and muttered curses under her breath. Afraid of ruffling Olivia's feathers, Dylan refrained from making any advances. Instead, he gently clasped her waist and asked softly, “Are you going to breastfeed Eason?"

With a suppressed growl, Olivia snapped, “Get up first!"

Though Dylan didn't exert any pressure on her, Olivia could sense his arousal stirring, even though there was a sheet between them.

Sensing Olivia's impending tantrum, Dylan gently kissed her cheek and reluctantly released her.

At that moment, Eason woke up and let out a cry.