The Beginning Of All Sins

“Hmmm, sure. I’ll send you to school.”

Olivia declined his offer. “No need, Tyler, I can go on my own, I’ll take public transportation.”

Tyler respected her choice; he didn’t want her to feel constrained in his home. “Alright, just make yourself at home. I’ll try to come home earlier tonight.”

Olivia nodded in response, but she froze halfway through her nod. She couldn’t help but wonder if she was reading too much into his words. The cutlery in her hands suddenly felt heavier. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

When Olivia returned to Sandalwood Palace that evening, Tyler was still out. The maid welcomed her, saying, “Welcome back, Ms. Olivia.”

Concerned about dinner, Olivia asked, “Are you busy preparing dinner?”

The maid was surprised to hear that, but she replied right away, “I haven’t made dinner yet. Can you wait?”

Olivia realized she misunderstood her, so she said, “No, I’d like to help since I have nothing to do.”

The maid sensed Olivia’s unease in the large house. After a brief pause, she agreed, “Sure, come with

me.”

Olivia accompanied the maid to the kitchen after setting down her bag. Together, they started preparing dinner.

Compared to her sister Naomi, who was pampered, Olivia had learned how to do many things while living with her grandmother. She was quite skilled in the kitchen.

While they were cooking, the maid shared a piece of information with Olivia. “Ms. Naomi loves floral cookies. I’ve been baking them for her for over ten years.”

Olivia’s hands, which were kneading dough, froze as she heard that.

At 9 P.M., Tyler finally returned home. The maid suggested, “Ms. Olivia, why don’t you help me welcome Mr. Tyler?”

Quickly washing her hands, Olivia headed to the living room.

Tyler had just entered the room when Olivia, who didn’t realize there was flour on her cheeks, called

out, “Tyler.”

He happened to arrive in the living room. Olivia did not realize that there was flour on her cheeks. She called out to him, “Tyler.

Noticing that she had been busy in the kitchen, Tyler inquired, “Why are you cooking?”

Feeling a bit embarrassed, Olivia explained, “I didn’t have much to do, so I decided to help in the kitchen while waiting for you to come home.”

“Olivia, if you ever feel uncomfortable here, don’t hesitate to let me know. There’s no pressure at all.”

Even though she didn’t feel uncomfortable, Olivia nodded and returned to the kitchen.

Tyler watched her leave. He then removed his the and went upstairs.

When he went into the room, he saw white lingerie and a dress on the bed. He realized that this was Olivia’s room, and he left right away.

Tyler usually opted to sleep in the second bedroom, conveniently close to his study. He’d often retreat there after finishing his work. However, the mald, thinking It Improper to offer the master bedroom to Olivia, prepared his usual room for her instead.

Making his way to the master bedroom, Tyler changed and then headed downstairs for dinner.

Olivia was already there, placing a bowl of soup she made in front of him. “I made this, Tyler. Try it,” she said, her voice tinged with uncertainty. She quickly pulled her hands back after setting down the bowl.

Seeing her in an apron, with flour dusting the tip of her nose and her hair slightly tousled, Tyler felt a warmth inside. He pondered whether this feeling stemmed from his emotions or was simply a reflection of the person Olivia was.

He looked away, his expression turning stoic. He chose not to mention the flour on her nose.