Lennox's POV
"Lennox, is there a problem?" Olivia suddenly asked the moment she noticed I had gone silent, just staring at her.
My lips parted, and I forced myself to speak. "Thank you… for what you did back there," I said, sincerely. I never thought a day would come where I'd feel grateful—truly grateful—to the same woman I once vowed to hate.
Olivia didn't even flinch at my appreciation. She simply shrugged. "No need to thank me. I would've done the same if it were anyone else in your shoes," she said flatly.
Her words tore my heart more than I expected. I didn't know what hurt more—her coldness to my gratitude or the cold truth behind what she said.
"Anything else?" she asked, tilting her head slightly as she stared at me.
But I couldn't say a word. There was this strange feeling of pain… of longing. I missed her…
