The Beginning Of All Sins

Chapter 137 1/2 Claude pushed open the battered front door. “This won't do.
This is your home! We should clean it up. 11 Olivia had been avoiding looking at
the dilapidated house, but something about Claude's determination and her own
presence there gave her courage. “I... I agree.” Claude led her inside, still
holding her wrist firmly. They walked through the hallway and stopped at a
broken wooden window sill. “We can fix these. All of them!” He let go of her and
started working on the window, showing gentleness and focus in his actions.
Watching him work helped Olivia come to terms with the reality of her old home.
She smiled. “Wait for me! I'll go buy some cleaning tools!” That night, Tyler
returned to Sandalwood Palace at 10 pm and noted the silence. “Where's
Olivia?” he asked one of the maids. “Um, Miss Olivia left after you did this
morning. She hasn't come back yet.” “Till now?” The maid nodded. Tyler's
serious expression darkened further. “Did she say where she was going?” “Uh...
no. I asked when she'd return, but she said she had no idea.” Tyler shot a stern
look at her and immediately made some calls. No one picked up. Since it was
Saturday, he decided to contact Sophie. She sounded surprised to receive his
call. “H- Hello? Mr. Tyler?!" “Sorry to bother you at this hour, but is Olivia with
you?” “No. I haven't heard from her today.” “Are you sure?” “Yeah, pretty sure,
Mr. Tyler.” Tyler hung up, considering the possibilities. He didn't like it, but it
seemed increasingly likely. He instructed his assistant, “Find out where Claude
Pearce is.” After a few minutes, he got a response. “He left the city today... with
Ms. Olivia.” While Olivia cleaned, Claude helped with the repairs. By nightfall, the
house had transformed into something much nicer. They sat across from each
other at a table with ramen bowls. Chapter 137 “Boo-hoo, Claude. All that hard
work only got you a bowl of ramen!” Olivia teased. Claude chuckled, studying her
dusty face. “Then maybe you owe me a big treat next time!” “What would you
like?” “Hmm, I should aim higher. How about... some convenience store-bought
microwave macaroni?” Olivia laughed despite her bashful self. Claude seemed
captivated by her laughter. “What's wrong?” she asked. “N-Nothing,” he said,
shaking his head. Suddenly, his phone rang. He glanced at it and immediately
frowned. “Huh? Who is it?” she asked, then saw the screen. It was Tyler.