The Beginning Of All Sins

Tyler couldn’t help but mock himself inwardly for getting into an argument with a girl who was still in school. He felt foolish for quarreling over such trivial

matters.

As he reflected on his actions, he recalled what Naomi had said to him: “Will you fall for her one day?”

Realizing that he might have been too harsh, Tyler softened his tone and offered an apology, “Olivia, I admit that I acted Irrationally today. Can you forgive me?” He gently wiped the sweat from her pale face and continued, “Take the painkiller. If the pain is still unbearable, we’ll go to the hospital.”

However, Olivia clutched his shirt again and lifted her tearful eyes to meet his gaze. She looked exhausted from the pain, her vulnerability and coquettishness shining through as she spoke, “Nobody loves me except Jacob, You love Naomi, Mrs. Jones loves Naomi, and Dad loves Naomi too. So many people love her, but what about me? I only have Jacob’s love, Can’t I have even a little bit? Why are you mad at me?”

The maid, who had been observing silently, was taken aback by Olivia’s

emotional outburst. She wondered who this Jacob was and whether Tyler was mad at Olivia because of him.

Tyler, however, remained silent, his expression still. Pity, weakness, and helplessness reflected in Olivia’s eyes.

Even though she wanted to break free from his embrace and distance herself from him, he held her tightly. He gently wiped away her tears with his fingers, his chin resting on her head. He continued to apologize, “It’s my fault, Olivia. I hurt you today. Forgive me for my recklessness, okay?”

Jacob’s unexpected appearance had shattered Olivia’s emotional barriers, and she continued to push Tyler away, emotionally drained. “You all have people who love you. I only have Jacob, Why can’t I have even a little love?”

Tyler continued to hold her and pressed her head against his chest. Her face was close to his body, and she was unable to move. She sobbed in his embrace, clutching his shirt.

With his other hand, he held her hand and placed it on his chest.

Perhaps from exhaustion, she eventually calmed down after a brief struggle. She sobbed silently while nestled in his embrace, still gripping his shirt.

The maid remained shocked by the emotional scene she had witnessed. She stood there, dumbstruck.

“Sleep now,” Tyler whispered softly into Olivia’s ear.

She seemed to be under his spell, becoming obedient. Even after he removed his hand from her face, she remained still, leaning on his chest, and soon drifted off to sleep. Curled up in a ball, she looked as if she didn’t feel entirely safe even in her sleep.

Tyler tucked her into bed and whispered almost inaudibly, “There will be many people who will love you.” Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

He sat by the bed, his expression still gloomy, as he watched her sleep through the night.

The next morning, when Olivia woke up, she felt embarrassed as she

remembered her outburst from the previous night. What had she said? Why had she acted as if she were drunk?

Feeling mortified, she briefly considered crawling back into bed to hide. After procrastinating for a while, she finally headed downstairs after the maid gently urged her several times.

Approaching Tyler, who was sitting at the dining table, she spoke awkwardly, Tyler, I–I’m sorry about last night. I…” She couldn’t bring herself to continue, her face burning with embarrassment.

He set down his coffee mug and looked at her. “Is your stomach still hurting?”