"Livia's fine," Malva said, stepping in between them, looking up at Mitchel with a gentle gaze. "Mitchel, have you forgotten? A month ago, Livia took me to the island to swim. Mitchel, please don't be angry. After all, Livia didn't mean to leave me stranded on that deserted island..."
"It's just that it rained heavily that day and I had nowhere to take shelter, which is why I ended up sick for a month. It's really not Livia's fault..."
For a moment, there was complete silence by the poolside.
The atmosphere froze for several seconds before Mitchel released her hand, his voice cold to the extreme, filled with unspoken hatred. "Using the same old tricks again! I finally see through you! Livia, how could I be engaged to someone like you?"
Hearing the word "engagement," Livia seemed to snap out of her daze.
Her wet eyes looked at him, filled with confusion.
Mitchel's heart softened. Furrowing his brows, he took off his jacket and draped it over her.
The woody fragrance wafted into her nose and only then did Livia realize that she hadn't died.