Chapter 122

Tyler seemed to be reminiscing as the lecturers talked. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip. ”

That was a long time ago.”

The lecturer continued, “I’m sure Ms. Olivia is just as talented on the piano as her sister.”

Olivia couldn’t play the piano at all. She wasn’t artistic and felt uncomfortable with all the praise. She had always been in the background, and now being praised like this felt awkward.

Olivia knew they were only praising her because of Naomi.

Just as the compliments were piling up, Tyler calmly interrupted, “Olivia is Naomi’s sister, but she’s not a piano prodigy. Everyone has their own strengths, and they’re not obligated to have the same talents.”

The lecturer realized the misstep and fell silent.

There was a hint of annoyance on Tyler’s face, though subtle. He quickly changed the topic. “Let’s talk about something else.”

Olivia kept her head low, playing with her fingers.

さ The lecturer, unaware of the sensitive topic he had touched, avoided looking at Olivia and shifted the conversation to fundraising, lightening the mood.

Relieved that the attention was no longer on her, Olivia began to relax.

Suddenly, she felt a sense of inferiority wash over her out of nowhere. During dinner, she hardly said a word, feeling like she was invisible.

Dinner ended around 10 pm. Olivia didn’t get a chance to return to the lab because Tyler didn’t bring it up, and she didn’t dare to either.

After bidding farewell to the professors, Tyler and Olivia got into their car.

The night air was chilly. Tyler closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat.

Olivia sat quietly, and Tyler eventually asked, “You seem really busy lately. Weren’t you supposed to go to the lab? Why didn’t you?”

Olivia had been lying, and Tyler caught her. She didn’t dare look at him.

But Tyler lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him. He gazed at her and said, “I just wanted to have dinner with you. Is that so hard?”

His voice was slightly husky and intimate, leaving Olivia confused. She wanted to pull away, but when she touched his hand, he said, “You’re just as good as anyone else, do you know that?”

Olivia’s hand froze.

Tyler knew that the dean had made her feel inferior, and he didn’t want her to dwell on it. He traced her face with his fingers gently. “You’re not Nicole, and you don’t need to be overshadowed by her.”

He leaned in closer, their faces almost touching, his breath carrying a hint of alcohol as it blew against Olivia’s face.