When Olivia woke up and noticed the bank book on the table, she sighed and put it away.
According to her parents' personalities, they would probably not take back what they had given her.
Recalling what Brenda told her about how much Emma and Sam had done for her, Olivia decided to give him a call to ask him out for a talk.
They didn't make an appointment to go elsewhere, and decided on just to go to their previous house. Olivia left the child in her mother's care and headed over by herself.
Once she arrived, Sam warmed her a glass of milk and said nothing.
"Do you know why I asked you out for a talk?"
After she asked, Sam avoided her question, "Drink the warm milk first. You shouldn't always skip breakfast in the morning. It's harmful to your health."
Upon hearing that, Olivia paused and did not touch the glass of milk. After a long silence in the living room, Sam put the glass of milk in front of her as he noticed that she remained still.
"Finish it, and we'll talk. Anyway, I'll promise you whatever you want."
Her heart trembled, but Olivia didn't reach out for the glass of milk. Her lips twitched, and finally, she lifted her head to look at him.
"Do you know why I came to you?"
"I do."
"Then, why did you tell me that you'll agree to whatever I say?"
"That's right." Sam nodded, "I'll indeed agree to whatever you request."
Olivia was instantly at a loss for words. She slowly reached out for the mug. The temperature of the milk was just right, and as she cupped the mug with both hands, a warm sensation flowed in to her heart along her palms.
Holding the glass of milk, she fell silent for a while.
It took her quite a while to ask, "Do you regret this half a year?"
He smiled wryly, "So what if I regret it or not? Will you come back to my side?"
He raised his gaze and looked straight into her eyes, "Even if I'm in pain and is on the verge of dying, you won't come back to my side. Some things have already happened, and I don't know how to make up for the mistakes I've made. Also, you're not willing to give me a chance to make up for them."
"If... if I could," Sam smiled bitterly and lowered his gaze, "I'm willing to make up for it with my life."
Her heart jolted. Biting her lower lip, Olivia asked after a long moment of silence, "Are you finally admitting that you have done something wrong?"
"I didn't do anything wrong, but rather, I shouldn't have done it at all." Sam pursed his lips, "I didn't think about it thoroughly. I wasn't responsible. I shouldn't have been with you before I sorted my feelings out, and I shouldn't be thinking about her after getting into a relationship with you."
She was triggered by his words, and her face turned pale, "Stop talking."
"However, Ollie!" He instantly raised his head, fixed his serious gaze on her, and grasped her shoulder, saying, "It was only once. Only once. After what happened in the supermarket, my heart was occupied by you. There was no longer anyone else in my heart."
"What did you say?" She looked at him in astonishment.
"I know that you may not believe it, but I can swear to God that what I said is true. Perhaps I still had her in my heart the first time, but it was filled by you right after that and could no longer accommodate anyone else."
When he spoke, Sam's expression was particularly sincere, and his gaze was honest. It was as if he was saying, "I'm here. You can check and do whatever you wish. If you don't believe it, you can even cut my heart open and look at it."
What Olivia had always minded was whether he loved her or not.
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