Yet, as the door clicked shut, a faint furrow appeared on Olivia's brow.

When Dylan saw her expression, he said softly, "I'll wait for you out here. Call me when you are done!"

With that, he stepped outside and waited patiently. Time ticked by, but Olivia didn't call out. He couldn't help but become a bit anxious. He tapped lightly on the door but received no reply.

Eventually, he pushed the door open and entered the room.

When Dylan walked into the bathroom, he was taken aback by the sight that greeted him.

In front of the sink, Olivia was gently expressing milk from her breast. Though it was regrettable that Eason couldn't consume all of it, she had to relieve the pressure. Otherwise, her breasts would become tense and swollen.

When Leyla was born, she didn't have to resort to this method since she didn't have this much milk back then.

So, this was the first time she found herself in the position of manually expressing milk.

As Olivia struggled with the pain, it was evident that her lack of experience in such matters only compounded the discomfort. With a furrowed brow, she gently massaged her aching breast, emitting soft grunts of pain occasionally. This seemed to stir something within Dylan.

He left the door slightly ajar since Eason was alone in the room.

Approaching Olivia, he enveloped her from behind and whispered in a husky voice, “Let me lend you a hand."

As Dylan's voice reached her ears, Olivia froze, caught off guard.

She hadn't expected Dylan to come in and see her in such an awkward position. Her feeble attempt to shove him away proved futile against his persistence.

With a firm grip on her waist, Dylan gently cupped her breast with his other hand.

To Olivia's astonishment, Dylan's touch was surprisingly deft, as if he had been honing this skill for ages. Instead of discomfort, she felt a soothing sensation as if the tension was melting away. Flushed with embarrassment, Olivia turned her face away, unable to contain her reaction, as she instinctively nipped at his arm.

Over the past few months, Dylan had fully bounced back from that ordeal.

He had even bulked up a bit, adding some muscle to his frame.

However, Olivia had been keeping her distance from Dylan lately, so she hadn't noticed the change in him. But as he drew nearer now, she couldn't help but feel the solidness of his chest against her. It was a subtle yet undeniable change.

When she bit his arm, Dylan lowered his head and looked at her with an unmistakable hunger in his eyes.

And so, they maintained such a close stance throughout the process.

After that, Dylan helped Olivia straighten her clothes and said, “Whenever you require assistance, I'm more than willing to lend a hand. Just let—"

But before he could finish, Olivia's hand cracked against his cheek with a sharp slap.

"It's probably best if we maintain some distance, Dylan," she said, her tone serious.

Despite expressing that she was free to seek companionship elsewhere, Dylan's subsequent intimacy left Olivia feeling perplexed. She couldn't help but think Dylan was acting like a complete jerk!