Olivia was having breakfast with Morgan in the morning. As much as she didn't want to see his face, she knew nothing could be done.

Morgan kept stealing glances at Olivia, while she was busy flipping the food over and over, bringing none to her mouth.

His eyes wandered to her wrist and paused on a red mark on her wrist, his heart tugged with pain. He quickly looked away and got up to leave.

Olivia raised her face to look at him, but he had already turned his back and left, she could only stare at his back.

She retracted her gaze and stared at the food for a...