Chapter 373
Linda gave a respectful nod.
“Understood, Mr. Tyler.”
Tyler stood beside the trash can, finished his cigarette, flicked the butt inside, and without another word, departed with Linda following close behind.
She remained silent throughout the ride—Tyler’s expression warned her not to disturb him.
But instead of heading straight to the Harris residence, Tyler made a detour to meet Dylan Reid. The car stopped at a private clubhouse, where Tyler soon found himself seated on a leather couch with a glass of wine in hand.
Dylan observed quietly as Tyler poured himself a second glass and downed it without hesitation.
“Rough day?” Dylan finally asked, trying to keep his tone light.
After finishing two glasses in quick succession, Tyler set his glass down, his face unreadable—unaffected by the alcohol.
“Is it that obvious?” he replied flatly.
Dylan found it very obvious.
Rumors about Tyler’s wife had been swirling. Out of curiosity, Dylan had looked into it and been surprised to discover that Olivia—the woman in question—was Naomi’s sister.
That revelation had left him puzzled. How did Naomi’s sister end up in such a complicated situation with the Harrises?
He couldn’t piece it together. The only explanation that crossed his mind was that perhaps Tyler had pursued Olivia after things with Naomi had ended—but that seemed absurd.
Not daring to voice any of his speculations, Dylan wisely chose not to bring up Olivia at all.
Instead, he offered a halfhearted chuckle.
“You just downed two glasses back-to-back. That’s not like you.”
Tyler gave no response. His gaze had shifted to a server who had just entered the room. She bore a passing resemblance to Olivia.
Without a word, Tyler leaned back, resting one arm along the armrest and pressing his fingers lightly against his temple.
Noticing the prolonged stare, Dylan asked, “Why are you staring at the server?”
He glanced at the woman but didn’t see anything unusual.
Tyler closed his eyes and frowned slightly.
“No reason,” he said softly.
The server, professional and composed, approached their table and set down a plate of fruit.
“Please enjoy,” she said before retreating.
The sound of her voice made Tyler’s frown deepen. Yet he kept his eyes shut, unwilling to let the moment get to him.
Later that night, back at the Harris residence, one of the maids brought dinner upstairs for Olivia.
She barely touched it.
When Tyler returned home, the maid approached him.
“Sir, Madam hasn’t eaten much. She’s pregnant… she needs proper nourishment.”
Tyler remained impassive, continuing toward the stairs without a word.
The maid hesitated but spoke again.
“Sir, please—she hasn’t eaten. She needs to take care of herself.”
Tyler didn’t respond. His footsteps were steady as he climbed the stairs.
He entered the room quietly.
There was Olivia, seated on the couch, her figure small and still. She looked lost in thought—unchanged from earlier in the day. The untouched plate remained beside her.
Tyler stood silently in the doorway. His shadow stretched across the floor as he gazed at her.