The Beginning Of All Sins

Olivia didn’t know how she was feeding when they arrived at Sandalwood Palace, and Tyler remained silent throughout the journey.

When they got there, the maid greeted them warmly, smiling when she saw them together. “Mr. Tyler, Ms. Olivia, you came back together today,”

Olivia, dressed in a simple dress, stood behind Tyler obediently.

Tyler replied, “I went to pick her up,” and then handed his coat to the mald.

Observing them, the maid couldn’t help but feel their dynamic resembled that of a parent picking up their child from school. Despite their relatively small age difference, one appeared youthful while the other exuded maturity, they attracted attention from onlookers.

After changing into house slippers, Tyler told the maid, “You can go rest.” Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Concerned it was late and they might be hungry, the maid asked, “Should I make some food for you first?”

Tyler, not one for late–night snacks, glanced at Olivia for her input.

Olivia shook her head. “No, I had a big dinner.”

Satisfied with her answer, the maid hung up Tyler’s coat and retired to her room, leaving the couple alone in the spacious living room.

Olivia hesitated, unsure whether to go upstairs, but seeing Tyler pour a drink at the bar, she decided to stay as it wouldn’t be polite if she left right away. However, after a moment’s thought, she said, ” I’m

going upstairs, Tyler.”

Tyler, holding his glass, glanced at her. “You didn’t eat much for dinner. Have some milk.”

Olivia’s stomach growled at the mention of food, but she managed to nod, thinking her stomach was betraying her. To avoid any discomfort, she made herself a glass of warm milk at the bar as instructed

by Tyler.

“There are some cookies on the kitchen counter,” Tyler added.

Deciding to follow his suggestion, Olivia grabbed some cookies and joined Tyler in the living room. As Tyler leisurely drank water, Olivia finished her milk and cookies, feeling full.

“I’m full now, so I’m going upstairs,” Olivia said.

But as she turned to leave, Tyler caught her arm and pulled her back. He leaned in, his frown betraying his calm demeanor. “Where are you going?”

Caught off guard, Olivia stuttered, “B–Back to my room.”

Tyler didn’t respond but held onto her hand as he led her upstairs. Olivia followed silently as they

made their way through the long corridor.

Instead of guiding her to the guest room, Tyler brought her to the master bedroom. Olivia trailed behind, staring at his face.

Once inside the room, Tyler closed the door, hugged her, then kissed her.