Warren insisted on walking Olivia to the roadside in the snow.

She suddenly stopped in her tracks. "I'll ask someone to bring the cream over. Varren …"

She looked up, wearing a hesitant expression. "Let's not meet each other anymore."

"Why?" His eyes were on her.

Biting her lip, she seemed like she had been put in a difficult position. "I'm afraid …"

"Of what?" He took a step forward to her.

"I …" Her cheeks heated, telling so much although she didn't blurt it out.

The cab slowed, and she