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 the room.

picked up the first aid kit and approached Olivia’s bedside. He reached for the anti–inflammatory ointment and began to open it. “I

the ointment to her face, Olivia instinctively

he looked

looked frail as she softly said, “I’m fine, Tyler. I just don’t feel like eating, that’s all.”

observed her closely, his gaze unwavering. After a lengthy pause, he asked, “Are you

me?”

softly, “No, don’t

eyes on her, his voice soft yet tinged

head down, avoiding eye

softly, “I’m sorry, Olivia. It’s my fault. Please don’t make it difficult. Can I

away again, putting more distance between

sigh, placing the ointment back down. “Do you think I shouldn’t have

trembled slightly as she replied, “I really didn’t think

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

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