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.”

the maid left

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

prepared to apply the ointment to her face,

as he looked at

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 asked, “Are you

me?”

“No, don’t misunderstand,

his voice soft yet

her head down, avoiding eye

Olivia. It’s my fault. Please don’t make it difficult. Can I apply the ointment to help with

again, putting more distance between

back down. “Do you think I shouldn’t have gotten rid of

slightly as she replied, “I really

patience, Tyler told her, “I understand that it may not have been

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