Just then, Lyle reached out to her, persistent in his attempts. Initially, Olivia ignored his calls, not wanting to confront whatever rage he might unleash.
She knew he would be ready to say, 'I told you so,' about Marcus. But avoiding his calls would only lead to further trouble.
Finally, she picked up the phone, "Hello?" Olivia greeted, her tone laced with reluctance.
"Do you have time?" Lyle shot back, his voice firm.
"What is it?" Olivia scrunched her brows, sensing urgency.
"I want to meet you. There is something I need to talk about," he said.
"What do you want to talk about?" she asked, her skepticism rising.
"Look, I know things haven't been great between us since our last argument, but let's say I will buy you a meal," Lyle offered.
Olivia hesitated, contemplating whether to agree. Yet the urgency in Lyle's voice stirred something inside her.
"Okay," she finally said, reluctantly agreeing to meet.
