The Beginning Of All Sins

Linda replied, "Not at all."

Tyler handed his golf club to an employee, then wiped his hands and said to the men, "That's all for today. I'll see you again in a few days?"

The men had eaten well and enjoyed themselves, so they quickly said, "No worries, Mr. Tyler. Your wife is waiting, so go ahead, we're fine." Tyler smiled and responded, "Okay."

After wiping his hands again, he asked the golf course manager to take care of the men, and then he told Linda, "Let's go."

He was talking to Linda, but Olivia heard him too. Everyone noticed that Olivia seemed left out and just watched quietly.

Olivia eventually stood up and left the course. When they reached the car, Tyler got in first. Olivia, who was pregnant, walked slower. Linda reached the car before Olivia and opened the door for her. After helping her in, she sat down.

Tyler then told Linda, "You can go home now."

The secretary nodded and closed the door.

As soon as the door shut, Tyler glanced at Olivia for a second, then looked away. "Why didn't you stay inside?" His expression was stern. NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

"I thought you wouldn't be long," Olivia replied.

"What does that have to do with you staying inside?" he asked her calmly.

"You asked me to wait at the pavilion, so I didn't dare leave," Olivia explained.

He frowned at her but then suddenly pulled her close. Before Olivia could react, she was sitting on his lap. She put her hands on his shoulders and looked down, blushing. "What are you doing?" she asked nervously.

"Was that on purpose? Hmm? Did my mom push you out here so I could see you getting bitten by mosquitoes? Since when are you on her side?" Tyler tried to keep his distance from her, but Ana had made that difficult.

Feeling stuck and because she was pregnant, Olivia didn't move much and just pressed her hands against his shoulders. "No, that wasn't on purpose. I don't want to just follow you around, and if you didn't want me to come, you could have just said no."

Tyler was furious. "Say no? How do I say no to a honey trap?" He leaned in close to her, his voice bitter.

Olivia was surprised he saw it as a trap. "I'm not bait, and I'm not trying to trap you," she defended herself.

Tyler studied her closely-her pale skin, slender arms, pretty face, and delicate neck—and whispered, "How are you not? If you're not, why did you return the locket to Claude?" His voice was dangerously low.