Chapter 1258

Tyler grabbed the glass of alcohol from Olivia's hand, making her look up at him. Without hesitation, he threw it onto the floor. The sharp sound of the glass shattering echoed through the room. Olivia stood still, listening to the shards scatter across the cold marble. She stared at Tyler, stunned. "Isn't this what you want?" he asked quietly. Before she could respond, he grabbed her arms and pulled her into his chest. Her body tensed, but she didn't push him away. They stood there, locked in place, their breaths mixing in the stillness of the night. But Olivia avoided his gaze, keeping her eyes on the floor. She didn't want to meet his eyes, didn't want to see whatever emotions were buried in them. Tyler, though, didn't stop watching her. His gaze was fixed on her face, as if trying to read her thoughts. After a long moment, he slowly reached up, his hand hovering near her cheek. He hesitated—almost as if he was afraid to touch her. When the tips of his fingers barely brushed