Chapter_92
Tyler sighed softly before continuing, “Also, bring some anti-inflammatory ointment.”
The maid left without hesitation, and Tyler’s gaze remained on Olivia. His expression softened, but the coldness of the past moments still lingered in his tone. “Why didn’t you answer the door, hmm?”
Olivia remained silent, her eyes lowered, offering no response.
Tyler tried once more, his voice not as harsh but still lacking warmth. “Don’t you want to eat?”
Before she could answer, the maid returned with the first aid kit. Tyler motioned for her to place it on the table. “You can leave after setting it down.”
The maid nodded and quickly exited, leaving Tyler and Olivia alone in the room.
Tyler took the first aid kit and approached Olivia’s bedside. He opened the ointment, his movements calm but deliberate. “I was the one who decided to keep the cat. It’s my problem. I’ve dealt with it,” he said, his words quiet but firm.
As Tyler prepared to apply the ointment to her swollen face, Olivia instinctively recoiled, moving away from him.
Tyler paused, his brow furrowing as he watched her. His voice softened as he asked, “Are you angry with me?”
Olivia shook her head, her voice a soft whisper. “No, don’t misunderstand, Tyler.”
Tyler studied her, his eyes searching for some sign of her feelings. He tried again, his tone tinged with a mixture of concern and frustration. “Olivia.”
She kept her head down, avoiding his gaze, her lips trembling slightly.
Tyler’s expression softened, though a shadow of regret lingered. “I’m sorry, Olivia. It’s my fault. Please don’t make it difficult. Can I apply the ointment to help with the swelling?”
Olivia instinctively moved away again, putting more space between them, her reluctance evident.
A faint sigh escaped Tyler as he placed the ointment back on the table. The tension in the room seemed to grow thicker, and he couldn’t help but ask, his voice quieter now, “Do you think I shouldn’t have gotten rid of the cat?”
Olivia looked up at him, her voice barely audible as she replied, “I really didn’t think that.”
Tyler’s gaze softened, and with a quiet understanding, he told her, “I understand that it may not have been the cat’s fault. Can you stop being mad?”
Her lips parted as she spoke, her voice fragile. “Can you stop overthinking, Tyler?”
There was a long pause. Tyler sat down on the edge of the bed, watching her carefully, as though trying to read her. The silence stretched between them, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavily in the air.
He noticed the exhaustion in her eyes, the dark circles beneath them, and the visible swelling on her cheek from the slap. His mind began to work, recalling Julia’s earlier words, and a cold expression crossed his face.
Slowly, he began to put distance between them, standing up and backing away. “If you get hungry, let the maid know.”
Olivia nodded faintly, her voice soft. “Okay.”
Tyler’s departure left her in the quiet solitude of the room, where the silence seemed to echo louder than anything else. Olivia remained still, lost in her thoughts, the emotional weight of everything that had happened pressing down on her chest.