Chapter 312
Tyler smiled, but the expression was unreadable—neither warm nor cold, leaving Dylan and Josh unsure of what to make of it.
Dylan chuckled, breaking the silence. “You were so distracted that you didn’t even notice the hole. What’s going on? Is your wife giving you a hard time?”
Tyler stood up from the couch and headed to the bar, pouring himself another glass of red wine without a word.
Dylan and Josh exchanged knowing glances, sensing there was more beneath the surface than Tyler wanted to reveal.
With the wine glass in hand, Tyler turned back toward them and said simply, “She’s fine.”
“But it doesn’t seem that way,” Dylan pressed, narrowing his eyes with concern.
Tyler’s gaze sharpened. “You two seem very interested in my marriage.”
The question hung in the air, and neither Dylan nor Josh dared to push further.
Tyler slowly swirled his wine, his expression growing colder by the moment.
Later that afternoon, Olivia sat quietly on the living room couch, with Maisy nearby. Maisy, always perceptive, noticed the unease in Olivia’s eyes.
“I heard you and Tyler had a disagreement?” Maisy asked gently.
Olivia quickly shook her head. “No, Grandma. We didn’t fight.”
Maisy wasn’t convinced. “Tyler isn’t one to hold grudges. Maybe try saying something kind to him.”
Olivia remained silent, her lips pressed tightly together. She had been withdrawn and quiet these past few days.
At that moment, Tyler entered the room.
Maisy looked up and asked, “Why did you walk home today?”
“I parked the car a bit farther away and decided to walk,” Tyler answered calmly as he stepped inside.
The soft lighting caught his face—there was no smile, but he seemed composed.
Maisy glanced between Olivia and Tyler, then asked, “Have you eaten?”
“I already did. No need for anyone to cook just for me,” Tyler replied.
Maisy then turned to Olivia. “Tyler is going to take a shower now. Go get his clothes ready.”
Olivia didn’t move at once. She glanced at Tyler, who watched her quietly. After a brief pause, she rose and followed him upstairs.
Tyler’s face remained neutral as Olivia approached. He didn’t look at her as he walked toward their bedroom, with Olivia quietly trailing behind.
In their room, Olivia spoke softly, “Let me get your clothes, Tyler.”
She was simply following instructions, emotionless.
Just as she reached for the wardrobe, Tyler stopped her with a firm voice, “No need.”
She paused, surprised by his tone.
Without a word, Tyler opened the wardrobe and began selecting his clothes himself.
Then, recalling something, Olivia hesitated before asking, “Did Nina quit?”
Tyler stopped what he was doing and turned to face her squarely.
“I fired her,” he said plainly.
Olivia’s eyes widened, surprise and confusion washing over her face.
“Why would I keep someone who just gossips and causes trouble?” Tyler added, meeting her gaze steadily.
The room fell silent, the weight of his words hanging between them. Olivia knew this was more than just about a maid—it was about control, trust, and the delicate balance of their strained relationship.