Chapter 385

Tyler squeezed Olivia's cheeks. "Why should I?" Olivia looked up at him, seeing the rage on his face. She was certain he was angry because of her. Exhausted, she stared at him. "Why must you use me to punish Naomi, Tyler? I don't want to be a tool." Releasing her cheeks, Tyler embraced her. Still struggling, Olivia insisted, "Let me go!" He held her tighter, whispering into her ear, "Don't move." His deep voice seemed to penetrate her body, freezing her in place. Her head rested on his shoulder, his body pressed against her neck, enveloping her entirely. She was like a ball of lump on his chest. She was so weak, it seemed she could dissolve into his arms at any moment. Tears streamed down her face, her pale face akin to melting ice cream under his embrace. Tyler gripped her head tightly, closing his eyes with a furrowed brow. "What am I supposed to do with you?" Olivia felt weak at his words, as if she might slip away from him at any instant. What should he do about her? And