Chapter_183
“Yes, it’s me. We’ve just left my family’s home,” Tyler said calmly.
Hillary’s tone shifted immediately. “I’m asking Olivia to go in for a check-up today.”
“She’ll do it in two days,” Tyler responded without hesitation.
Hillary was taken aback. “Tyler…”
He cut her off firmly. “There are still matters to handle after the banquet. Two days.”
There was a pause on the other end before Hillary relented. “Alright. Two days, then.”
“Mm-hmm,” Tyler said before ending the call. He handed the phone back to Olivia.
“You don’t have to go through with it if you’re not ready,” he said gently.
Olivia held the phone in her lap, silent. Tyler didn’t say anything more.
When they arrived at Sandalwood Palace, Olivia quietly stepped out of the car. Tyler remained seated, watching her for a long moment before rolling up the window and driving off.
At the door, the maid greeted her politely. “Miss—” she paused, correcting herself. “Ma’am.”
The title made Olivia uneasy. She wasn’t used to it. Though she had moved in under her sister’s invitation, things had changed. Now, she found herself in a role that felt strange and undeserved.
Avoiding the maid’s eyes, she murmured, “I’m tired. I’ll rest in the bedroom.”
“Of course,” the maid replied softly.
Olivia went straight upstairs and remained in her room for the rest of the day.
When Tyler returned that evening, he asked the maid, “Where is she?”
“She’s been upstairs since she got back. She hasn’t eaten,” the maid informed him.
Tyler nodded wordlessly and went upstairs. He paused in front of the master bedroom but then turned and headed to Olivia’s room instead.
Hearing the door open, Olivia sat up, startled.
Tyler stood in the doorway, then stepped inside, stopping beside her bed.
“Freshen up and join me for dinner,” he said simply.
Having spent most of the day resting, Olivia was still groggy, like a child reluctant to get out of bed. Her exhaustion from the night before still clung to her.
After a moment, she nodded softly. “Okay.”
Tyler’s presence lingered for a second longer before he turned and left, the room dimming slightly in his absence.
Later, dinner was served. The maid’s demeanor had shifted—less formal, but more respectful.
Olivia noticed the change and felt a little stunned, unsure of how to respond. She sat at the table quietly, eating without much expression.
“She said you didn’t come down earlier,” Tyler remarked from across the table.
“I wasn’t hungry,” Olivia said, her voice quiet.
“Are you feeling sick?”
“No.”
Tyler didn’t press further. He simply said, “Just eat,” and picked up his utensils.
After a moment, Olivia followed suit, the two of them eating in silence.