In Dylan’s sleek black Land Rover, Olivia sat in the passenger seat, tears flowing freely.

She had already gone through at Least twenty tissues.

Dylan rested his hand on the steering wheel, glancing at her.

“Still hung up on him? How many years has it been?”

Though the guy was decent-looking, he was past his prime.

Plus, with maturity, he seemed more like an elite trying too hard and flaunting his success.

Olivia could find dozens of guys like him.

Dylan asked, a tinge of jealousy in his voice, “What does he have that I don’t?”

Olivia’s nose was red from crying.

She struggled to compose herself and eventually managed to stop the tears.

Her red lips curled slightly as she murmured, “He’s more devoted than you.

Dylan grew more discontented.

he’s devoted now, but only to the woman

recall that woman used to trash you

he still keeps

Disgusting, isn’t it?”

Olivia fell silent.

words struck a chord because, even without Sharon’s influence, she and Raphael were

they were destined

was

regaining her composure, Olivia declined Dylan’s

stepped out of the car and stated, “I need to bring

you can

comfortable with leaving

out a cigarette,

I’ll take

Olivia knew his

she confessed, “Dylan, we…

Raphael, she might

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