Dylan leaned close, his breath on her neck, and whispered, "I'll transfer all my assets to you. From now on, I'll be the provider. You can rely on me to take care of you, Leyla, and Eason... I just need a little cash for gas and cigarettes."

Olivia glanced at him and replied indifferently, “If you do that, you'll regret it when you can't even afford a decent jacket to impress any young ladies in the future!"

"I'm too old to worry about that now," Dylan said quietly.

While he fell asleep, Olivia lay awake.

She was still uncomfortable sharing her bed with someone else, but it seemed Dylan really meant it... He genuinely wanted to be with her and move in. She found no reason to reject his offer. After some thought, she considered that maybe it was worth a shot!