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.

now, but only

recall that woman used to trash

keeps her

Disgusting, isn’t it?”

Olivia fell silent.

because, even without Sharon’s influence,

they were destined to

was a

her composure, Olivia declined

stepped out of the car and stated, “I need

can

could Dylan feel comfortable

took out a cigarette, Lighting it as he

in the car! I’ll take you wherever you need to

reality, Olivia knew his

“Dylan, we… we’re not

Raphael, she might have

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