When the car arrived, Olivia opened the car door for Liam. She turned and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm waiting for her," Liam answered. His eyes fixed in Blake's direction.

Not far away, Blake held four cups of lattes while running over. She was panting slightly, and her cheeks were flushed. She said cheerfully, "Lattes on me."

Olivia declined, "I'm sorry, Ms. Dion. Liam and I don't drink lattes."

Liam surprised both by accepting the latte and said, "It's fine. I can drink it."

Then, Liam op