“What’s the difference?” Olivia Bennett raised an eyebrow, smirking.
Ethan Carter thought for a second, then replied with confidence, “There is no difference.”
He was just showing off, and they both knew it.
Olivia rolled her eyes. “…”
Ethan leaned down and kissed her softly. “I just want everyone to see what you made with your own hands,” he said. “I’m proud.”
Ethan Carter made such a big deal out of something she’d baked herself—it made Olivia’s heart flutter. She felt a warm glow inside, though she tried to hide it behind a teasing tone. “You’re such a child.”
“I am not,” Ethan protested, but his eyes were gentle and sincere.
Olivia looked up, caught in his gaze, and felt the warmth spread through her chest. She couldn’t help but smile.
…
The next morning.
Lily George, accompanied by Lance Carter, arrived at the Dale family’s house.
As soon as they pulled into the driveway, a butler hurried inside to announce their arrival.
Shirley Carter was caught off guard by the news. For a moment, she seemed surprised—then her expression shifted, as if she suddenly remembered something troubling.
It wasn’t until the butler called her name that she snapped out of it.
“Olivia?” Shirley’s tone was sharp, a hint of irritation in her voice. “Why are you asking me? Go open the door and greet them properly!”
The butler scurried off, and Shirley quickly followed, picking up her pace.
Halfway to the foyer, she nearly bumped into Lance Carter, who was carefully supporting Lily George.
“Mom, Ethan, what brings you here?” Shirley asked, putting on a bright smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
Lily’s mind was still on her conversation with Ethan, and the things Shirley had done in the past. Her face was stern, her lips pressed tight in disapproval.


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