Olivia

“So apparently there’s no way to hold a conversation with you, right? So we're just going to see each other in court? Okay then, I wish you a bad night then,” I said, getting up from the armchair and heading towards the bedroom door.

“Hey, wait!” he said, making me look at him with a raised eyebrow. “I’m distressed; please accompany me to the bathroom.”

"What?" What was he talking about?

“You said you were going to help me go to the bathroom,” he justified with a ...