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Chapter 4123
“Don’t cry, Olivia! Please, for heaven’s sake!”
Dylan gently kissed away her tears, stopping himself from doing more to avoid making Olivia uncomfortable.
In her moment of utmost vulnerability, Olivia’s voice quivered as she asked, “How did we end up like this, Dylan?”
What she really wanted to ask was why he had been so cruel to her and why he couldn’t trust her back then.
But she was too embarrassed to say it out loud.
They were already divorced.
They would have never seen each other again if it weren’t for this baby.
Dylan never intended to hurt her so deeply.
Dylan’s heart sank when he heard Olivia’s words.
He understood her pain all too well, for he carried the weight of his own self-loathing.
The memory of seeing her wrapped in Raphael’s embrace ignited a wildfire of jealousy within him, planting seeds of doubt and suspicion that now seemed painfully foolish.
He tenderly ran his fingers through Olivia’s long hair, offering her comfort in a gentle tone.
He vowed, “I won’t go on any blind dates or seek out other women in the future.
If there is someone better suited for you, I won’t be an obstacle.
I’ll look after the kids while you enjoy your time out.
”
What nonsense was he spouting?
Olivia’s hand flew to meet Dylan’s cheek, though the force behind it was rather feeble.
Dylan’s gaze dimmed as he captured her hand, gently guiding it to his face.
“If that slap didn’t make you feel better, feel free to hit me again.
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Olivia felt a surge of irritation.
She tried to pull her hand away, but Dylan held on firmly.
What a piece of work!
Seething with frustration, Olivia turned her head away from him.
Gazing at Olivia’s profile, Dylan felt a surge of emotion wash over him, causing his heart to flutter.
It had been ages since he and Olivia had been truly close.
Ever since the car accident, while she no longer avoided him and even reluctantly let him bond with Leyla, Olivia herself remained aloof towards him.
Even during her pregnancy check-ups, he merely offered occasional support by holding her arms, hesitant to make any physical contact out of concern that it might unsettle her.
Now, in the quiet of the hospital ward, it was just the two of them and their baby boy.
Unable to contain his feelings any longer, Dylan leaned in to kiss Olivia first on her forehead, and then on her lips, catching her off guard.
“Cut it out, Dylan!” Olivia’s voice sliced through the air, laced with anger.
Turning her face away, she made it clear she wasn’t receptive to Dylan’s advances, but he took hold of her chin, gently guiding her to meet his gaze.
Lowering his head, he pressed his lips against hers again.
It wasn’t a passionate French kiss; instead, Dylan’s lips met hers with a tender touch.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.
Despite this, Olivia remained hesitant, her body trembling faintly.