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.

only to the woman

used to

he still keeps

Disgusting, isn’t it?”

Olivia fell silent.

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

they were destined to

that was

composure, Olivia declined

of the car and

can head

comfortable with

a cigarette, Lighting

I’ll take you wherever you need

Olivia knew

a pause, she confessed, “Dylan, we… we’re not

meeting Raphael, she might have ended up

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