The Beginning Of All Sins

Olivia had been staying upstairs a lot lately. She confirmed, "I have."

Tyler suggested, "You don't have to go to those events if you don't like them." He was referring to the charity auction they attended last night.

Olivia replied sincerely, "You can take Naomi with you next time."

"She might not be able to attend all of them because of her health. I just want her to feel better, that's why I've been taking her out these past few days." He then loosened his shirt collar and walked over to the wardrobe. These days, he rarely comes into the room for anything other than to change clothes.

As Tyler's footsteps faded, Olivia sat quietly with her gaze lowered.

After changing, Tyler asked, "Where are the documents on the table?" He usually kept his papers in the room.

Olivia, who hadn't paid much attention to the items in the room, quickly stood up. "Let me look for them." She began searching the table and cabinets.

Tyler watched as she looked for his documents. After a long search, she found them in the cabinets, remembering she had put them there earlier for convenience.

She handed them to him, "Are these the ones you're looking for, Tyler?"

He briefly glanced at them and replied indifferently, "Mm-hmm."

Despite being pregnant, Olivia was thin. Other than her growing belly, she looked as she did before pregnancy, dressed in maternity clothes for comfort and appearing like an adorable woman.

Tyler took the documents and instructed, "Go rest." He then left with the papers.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

Olivia knew he was also eagerly waiting for the baby's birth, hoping it would resolve things. She responded indifferently, "Okay."

She seemed detached and emotionless, almost robotic.

*

That evening, after a hectic day caused by Tyler, Claude returned home.

Sophie entered his room and mentioned, "Olivia called, saying you sent her a gift. She has forwarded it to me, asking me to return it to you."

Standing by the window, Claude turned to face her without any visible disappointment or surprise and said, "You can keep it since she doesn't want it." He then turned back to admire the mountain view outside Sophie expressed her concern, "Do you really like her, Claude?"

He faced her again, speaking softly yet firmly, "This has nothing to do with you, Soof."

She stared at him. Although his tone was gentle, his demeanor suggested it was just superficial.

Claude didn't add anything more and headed to his study.

He looked at the other gift on the table—a hair clip that reminded him of Olivia. He picked it up, fidgeting with it and chuckling as he recalled the day's events.