'What did he say just now?

He said he didn't want to force me and didn't want to see me cry again.

He said he loved me for a long time.

He was thinking about me.'

Olivia's mind was full of what Alex had just said.

In fact, she should have thought of it, shouldn't she?

When he lost his temper for Cole many times, when he recorded her phone number at the same place as his family's, when he often looked at her with a sad and helpless expression, when he abandoned a large number of flowers and held her in his arms every night.

She should have thought that he loved her!

However, she didn't have any confidence, so she didn't believe him, but blamed him!

Why didn't he say it before?

Why did he have to wait until the two of them came to this point?

The two of them were always so close. They always missed each other, and from then on, they would be separated from each other!

He said he had loved her for a long time.

All of a sudden, her memory drifted far away, and finally reached that young age. For so many years, she had always thought that it was her own wishful thinking.

It turned out that he also had a special feeling for her.

Olivia's mind was in a mess.

After the assistant left, she didn't know how long she had hidden in the cabinet. She only knew that she had thought a lot, but in the end, she was still in a mess and had no clue.

When she came to her senses, she found that her legs were numb.

She gently pushed open the door of the cabinet and poked her head out to see that Alex was still lying on the bed in the same posture as before, as if he had fallen asleep.

After hesitating for a while, she came out.

She held the cabinet door and didn't move to the bedside carefully until the sore and numb on her legs faded away.

As she approached him, she could smell the strong smell of alcohol from him. He had many social engagements and often drank, but she had never seen him drink like this.

She stared blankly at

women around me.

I can continue to live without her.'

However, the depressed bitterness in his heart was accumulating, and the manic emotions were accumulating. He needed to find a way to vent it. Otherwise, he really didn't know when he would be able to drive himself crazy!

But the impact of the wine was so strong that he really couldn't stand it when he came back. He seemed to have talked a lot in a daze.

It was not easy for him to fall asleep on the bed and forget all the things that disturbed his mind. Why did someone bother him again?

He couldn't control himself and lost his temper again. He always knew that he had a bad temper, let alone at this time, he would kill whoever provoked him.

But when he opened his eyes, he felt as if he had seen Olivia.

She was right next to him and seemed to have said something, but his head seemed to be full of paste, and then he was constantly stirred with a stick. He felt uncomfortable and could not hear anything.

He felt that he must be dreaming, or he missed her too much and then had an illusion. Otherwise, why couldn't he hear her words?

Perhaps only in his dreams would he allow himself to be so fragile to call her name.

"Olivia, you're back, aren't you? Come back to me? Olivia I feel so bad. You don't care about me. Please care about me! "