Once I found a way to let Olivia go, she shoved ties and shirts into my face without another word. Her question, the one I didn't dare answer, went round and round in my mind. I went on autopilot, taking clothes from her and dressing myself. She had us both dressed and her makeup touched up in record time. Half an hour later, we were boarding the yacht. "Allow me," I said, offering my hand to her once I was on the yacht. She stared at my hand, hesitant. I bit back a growl. She fucking never hesitated before. Desperate for reasons to feel her warm touch again, I snapped at her without meaning to. "Take my fucking hand, Olivia," I said harshly, earning me a glare from her. "I'm a billionaire's sister. I can get on a fucking yacht by myself, Harmon," she sassed me, gracefully boarding the yacht on her own. Of course she could. I knew that. She could find her own way home from a party no matter how drunk she was or prepare her own damn bagels. Just like I could put on a suit or close
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