Mark's POV:
"It's fine. I'm not here to hurt you. The rain was too much, so I came back to have dinner with you," I said, my voice gentle as I moved away from Olivia's hospital bed and brought out my dinner.
"Huh?" She looked at me as I set it out in the room.
I moved to take a seat on the chair, and Olivia continued to stare at me instead of eating.
"You should eat. You'll have plenty of time to look at me later," I said as I set my food down and stood beside the chair.
"But your clothes are wet. Why did you come back? I do not need you here," Olivia said, her voice trembling. I knew she wanted to keep her distance.
As I turned to look at her face, her eyes darted away to her food.
"I know I'm wet. I sensed you were in danger, so I came to protect you," I said softly, my eyes fixed
