Chapter 475
Olivia hesitated before asking, “Can I… come in?”
Camilla replied cautiously, “He must be resting.”
But Olivia was focused only on her goal. “I’m just delivering something to him.”
Camilla paused, then nodded. “Then go ahead—knock on his door.”
Grateful, Olivia thanked her softly.
When they reached Tyler’s door, Camilla quietly stepped away.
Olivia rapped gently. At first, silence met her knocks, but on the second try, the door swung open.
Tyler stood there, looking as if he had just woken, still dressed in his sleeping robe.
Noticing her pale face, he asked, “Has your fever gone down?”
“Yes,” she answered firmly.
Without much expression, he said, “Then you should rest in your room.”
He began to close the door, but Olivia stopped him.
“Tyler—”
He paused and turned back toward her.
Clutching the food container nervously, she hesitated before asking, “May I come in?”
Tyler’s eyes flicked to the container, his brow tightening.
Sensing his doubt, Olivia pressed on, thinking that even if he saw through her, sharing a meal was what mattered.
“Please?”
He studied her for a long moment, then finally said, “Alright.”
He stepped inside, closing the door behind her.
The heavy curtains blocked out the daylight, plunging the room into darkness—the first thing that caught Olivia’s attention.
She hesitated, then moved forward.
Placing the food on the table, she glanced at Tyler, wondering just how much Ana’s threats weighed on her and how far Tyler understood it.
Tyler sat down silently, his eyes cold and unreadable.
“I… uh… your mother worries I won’t adjust,” Olivia explained tentatively, “so she prepared this.”
Leaning back, Tyler asked quietly, “You want to eat together?”
“May I, Tyler?” Olivia noticed the fatigue shadowing his features.
“If you want,” he replied simply.
There was a resigned tone in his voice, as if he had given in to the inevitable.
Relieved, Olivia carefully arranged the food.
The Harris family chef had prepared an impressive spread—special risotto, tender meat dishes, and more.
“Care for some risotto?” Olivia offered.
Though not hungry, Tyler nodded. “Sure, I’ll take some.”
She served him a plate, cautioning softly, “It’s still hot.”
Tyler’s gaze narrowed, his silence lingering.