Dylan sank onto the sofa, leaving Olivia to frown in quiet confusion at the unexpected move.
"Why in the name of God are you sitting there like nothing is happening when someone out there has your cousin?"
"My cousin, Lily?" He paused, " You never know that dramatic girl."
Olivia walked closer to Dylan and then sat at the edge of the sofa. Her expression blank, staring at Dylan, who was leaning back, pulling the sleeve of his shirt up.
"What I am trying to say is that my cousin kidnapped herself. No one can break my security system here, and that handwriting doesn't belong to anyone but her."
Olivia looked confused, her brows creased. "But who would do that?" She questioned.
"Well, Lily would, her craziness runs deep into her bone marrow," Dylan smirked and took Olivia's hand, leading them to the kitchen.
Once they were there, he lifted her onto the counter.
"What if Lily didn't kidnap herself? You'd be making a very huge mistake, you know that, don't you?"
