Olivia fidgeted nervously, her gaze darting away from Dylan as she glanced over her shoulder, avoiding his intense stare. "Oh, um… I'm just going to wash up downstairs," she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. She bit her lower lip, brows knitting together in uncertainty.
Dylan's eyes never left her, sharp and unyielding, while Lily watched silently from the side, her expression unreadable.
"I'll be back shortly," Olivia added, trying to sound normal but failing to hide the tension in her voice.
"No, you won't," Dylan said firmly, his tone brooking no argument. "Olivia, come down here. Now."
Slowly, hesitantly, she began to descend the stairs at a snail's pace.
"Can I sit down?" she asked quietly, her tone calm.
Dylan's eyes narrowed, his patience running out. "Why don't you be the bitch you were last night and do what you want, Olivia? Clearly, you don't listen to me."
