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.

but only to the

used to trash

keeps her

Disgusting, isn’t it?”

Olivia fell silent.

without Sharon’s influence, she

they were destined to

was

her composure, Olivia declined

car and stated, “I need to bring

can head home

comfortable with leaving

cigarette, Lighting it as he

car! I’ll take you wherever you need to go

Olivia

we… we’re not right

Raphael, she might have ended up

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