Even After Death by Lilting Champ

The wind blew bitingly cold on her face. Olivia was frozen to the core, but she pushed herself up and continued chasing after the car.

She overestimated the current condition of her body and only ran for a couple of feet before crashing back to the ground.

The car door opened. She saw a pair of shiny, tailored leather shoes halt before her. Slowly, she moved her sight from the shoes and up the trousers until she met Ethan’s cold and unnerving gaze.

“Ethan …” Olivia muttered weakly.

A pair of slender hands reached out to her. In a trance, Olivia thought she caught a glimpse of the young man she had fallen head over heels for all those years back. She could not help but stretch out her hands to him.

Just as their hands touched, Ethan pulled back, extinguishing the light in her after giving her false hope and causing her to fall once more.

She had not injured herself before this, but when she slipped this time, she cut her palms on the pieces of shattered glass on the ground. Blood started trickling down her palms to her arms.

A shadow seemed to flit across Ethan’s face, but he stayed motionless.

Olivia was stunned. Back then, he would rush her to the hospital in the middle of the night even though she merely had a cut on her finger.

She remembered the doctor chuckling and saying, “Thank goodness he brought you here in time. Otherwise, your wound would’ve healed on its own.”

The man before her and the one in her memories were the same person. He had the same eyes and face. Looking back, she realized that the concern he once showed for her was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a shade of icy indifference.

In a cold voice, Ethan said, “Olivia, do you really think that I don’t know you? You could easily run a mile and do a somersault. Do you expect me to believe you’d fall after running just a couple of steps?”

He stared at her, the mockery in his eyes like a knife cutting through her.

Olivia bit her lip and tried to explain. “It’s not like that. I’m not lying to you. I’m just a little weak because I’m sick—”

to finish. He crouched and tilted her face upward to face him. His rough fingers brushed her dry, chapped

father’s daughter. You two are pretentious to the extreme and would put on a

wind, and they stabbed at her heart repeatedly. She swatted his hand

He would

sneered. He decided he no longer wanted to discuss this matter with Olivia and plucked a check from his wallet instead. He carelessly wrote on the check,

want this?” he

the headache of securing funds for her father’s medical bills. However, she

“This money is all yours

and her hand shot up in an attempt

wrist, and as Olivia struggled against him, she left a bloody handprint on

harsher. “Oh? You don’t want to do it? He’ll have to die in the hospital then. I’ve

down Olivia’s face as she asked, “Why

her and cherish her for the rest of her life was long gone, replaced by a ruthless person who found joy in making her break

from the nearby lamp post illuminated

not going to say it, right?” He released his grasp on her and slowly tore the check into

away and told her

paper shreds fell from his hands, just like the hope she had

flow. She looked like a child who had lost everything she valued, anxious and

he

an anxious look on his face as he asked, “Mr. Miller, Mrs. Miller’s passed out. Should we send

looked at Kelvin. “Are

had been working for Ethan for a

Miller had been head over heels for Mrs. Miller in the

he dared

and found that she still had not gotten up. The look of disdain on his face

had improved in just

Jeff had Olivia participate in various fitness programs since she was young to prevent her from

fit and healthy