Chapter 113
Olivia and Tyler turned their heads at the same time.
Mrs. Jones was a bit taken aback. She had caught Tyler’s hand on Olivia’s neck and wondered, ‘What was that?
Tyler discreetly withdrew his hand as Olivia stepped back. “Uh, hello, Mrs. Jones.”
The whole thing lasted for only a few seconds. Mrs. Jones almost doubted herself, but her intuition told her otherwise. She scrutinized Olivia with a frown.
“Here for Naomi too, Mrs. Jones?” Tyler asked, watching her closely.
She held up the thermos. “I brought some broth for her.”
“She’s resting inside,” he informed her.
“I see. She must be hungry. I’m a bit late today.”
“Let’s go in together,” Tyler suggested, successfully diverting her attention.
Smiling. Mrs. Jones walked beside him. “Good idea. It’s been a while since I saw you.”
As they headed to the room, Mrs. Jones stole a quick glance at Olivia just before entering.
Tyler didn’t catch it, but he could guess the look Mrs. Jones had given Olivia. His expression darkened.
Lost in her thoughts, Olivia barely noticed Tyler’s driver approaching-
“Miss Olivia? Let’s go.”
“Right!” Snapping out of her daze, she replied, “Right…”
She hadn’t anticipated the sudden turn of events. Tyler’s hand on her neck, just before Mrs. Jones appeared, had left her bewildered. It was all so confusing and abrupt. Shy felt like her soul had been jolted out of her body.
Following the driver, she moved mechanically.
Naomi broke into a grin. “Mom! So good to see you! And Tyler, I didn’t expect you here!”
Tyler placed the thermos on the bedside table. “Mrs. Jones came while I was talking to Olivia outside, so I decided to come in with her.”
“I see! I thought maybe you two planned this.”
Mrs. Jones seemed unusually quiet today, her mind preoccupied with what she witnessed in the corridor Olivia and Tyler were supposed to be together for Naomi’s sake, but that small gesture she
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It was as if Tyler felt sympathy for Olivia, and from that arose undeniable intimacy. Mrs. Jones felt a surge of anxiety building within her.
“Mom? Mom!‘
She snapped out of her reverie.
“Are you okay? You seem distracted,” Naomi said.
Mrs. Jones felt a sense of dread. Precautions needed to be taken–she was certain of it. There were things she needed to be ready for.
Casting another glance at Tyler, this time noticed by Naomi, Mrs. Jones realized she couldn’t delay any longer.
“Mom? What’s going on?”
