Chapter 92

Tyler went on, “Also, bring some anti–inflammatory ointment.”

The maid went downstairs right away.

Turning his attention back to Olivia, he walked into her room and said, “Why didn’t you answer the door, hmm?”

Olivia remained silent, offering no response.

Tyler tried again, “Don’t you want to eat?” His voice remained flat, not as cold as it had been with the

maid.

Just then, the maid returned with the first aid kit. Tyler instructed her, “You can leave after placing it

on the table.”

maid left

and approached Olivia’s bedside. He reached for the anti–inflammatory ointment and began to open it. “I was the one who decided to keep the cat. It’s my problem. I’ve dealt with

her face, Olivia instinctively moved away, dodging

he looked at her.

said, “I’m fine, Tyler. I just don’t feel like eating, that’s all.” She maintained a certain distance from him, seemingly reluctant to let him get

unwavering. After a lengthy pause, he

me?”

“No, don’t

his voice soft yet tinged with displeasure as

down, avoiding eye

It’s my fault. Please don’t make it difficult. Can I apply

moved away again, putting more distance between

down. “Do you think

she replied, “I really

Tyler told her, “I understand that it may not have been the cat’s fault. Can you

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