The Beginning Of All Sins novel (Olivia and Tyler)
Chapter 470

Olivia was drenched in sweat, unsure if it was from the heater or her fever. A tear lingered at the corner of her eye, her vision blurred by the heat.

Tyler only let go of her arms after a long time. He said, "Lie down."

Complying, Olivia moved her body but kept her gaze fixed on him.

"I'm really okay, Tyler," she repeated.

"I'm not worried about you. I'm worried about the baby," he explained, taking a seat beside her.

Instantly, Olivia understood. With her eyes lowered, she murmured, "I know."

She didn't expect him to be concerned for her.

"Drink some water."

Despite how beaten she looked, Tyler rose and filled a glass from the kettle. Returning to her side, he offered her the water.

Olivia noticed he was still wearing the same clothes as on TV-he must have just returned.

The calm and composed man was currently in front of her. She felt like she was dreaming.

Tyler helped her up after fetching the water.

She shut her eyes the moment he carried her. She held her head low, sitting up with the help of his arms.

He wanted to feed her water, but his chin touched the top of her head as soon as he looked down.

As he attempted to give her water, his chin brushed the top of her head.

Unaware of the contact, Olivia felt uncomfortably close. She intended to drink the water once upright, only to realize she lacked the strength. Dizziness washed over her, leaving her unable to sit up straight. Tyler watched as she lay weakly in his arms, her chin lifting instinctively.

Her head spun, leaving her too drained to think. When he lifted her chin, she looked up reflexively, parting her fiery red lips slightly.

She had no idea that she looked like a meek little rabbit at the moment, one that was in a daze.

He hid how grim his eyes were and fetched the glass of water to her lips expressionlessly.

Olivia began gulping the water the moment her lips touched the glass.

As Tyler's hand moved to the back of her head, his fingers threading through her hair, his tone softened unconsciously. "Slower."

Despite finishing the glass quickly, Olivia still felt thirsty.

"Would you like more?" he asked.

Without meeting his gaze, she simply nodded.

Tyler released her from his embrace, pouring another glass of water. Returning to her side, he gently cradled the weakened Olivia and continued to offer her water.

After just two sips, she began to feel nauseous, turning her head away from the glass.

Inadvertently, she knocked the glass away, almost causing him to lose balance. However, she couldn't bring herself to vomit.

After some time, he lifted her chin, concern etched on his face.

"What's wrong?" he asked with a frown.

Olivia glanced up, panting heavily.

Tyler was taken aback by her condition.

Her flushed face paled, her breaths coming in gasps. Strands of hair clung to her fair, sweaty neck, and the collar of her pajamas was slightly askew.

With her red lips, she appeared as fragile as a porcelain doll, weakened by her illness.

They suddenly locked eyes.