Even After Death by Lilting Champ

Chapter 589

Ethan, who used to be extremely patient with her, didn’t have any intention of staying at that moment.

He kept urging Olivia, “It’s someone else’s grave. There’s nothing interesting to look at. Let’s go.”

Olivia thought that it was bad luck to say such things. Still, she couldn’t help but glance at it.

“Amazing. If her name wasn’t Jodie Ferguson, I would’ve thought that she’s a relative of the Millers.”

Olivia repeated the name. “Jodie. Why does that name sound so familiar? Ethan, did I know her in the past?”

The gravestone was remade for Jodie after Ethan had confirmed that Leia didn’t die. All the information was changed to Jodie’s. Ethan didn’t expect Olivia to be so hung up about it.

After calming himself, Ethan answered calmly, “No, you didn’t.”

Olivia glanced at the gravestone a few more times before looking away. “I must be overthinking it. There are so many people in this world, so it’s normal for some to look alike. Let’s go.”

Ethan took a cloak and draped it over her. His eyes were filled with tenderness. “Yes, the snow is falling heavily again. Let’s finish up the rounds and go home as soon as possible.”

“Sounds good.”

taking a few steps,

of clear snow on the red petals. As the wind blew,

are you

Olivia looked away, ignoring the

at the restaurant from last time. Ethan got someone to reserve

them.

was because Ethan rarely spent time with her in the past. Taking Ethan’s hand, Olivia strolled around the

no matter where

curiously, “I remember seeing a tree here that night. Why is

century-old tree stood was now covered with cement. It was also tiled

was blocking the view, so they cut

tree, and it was probably at least a hundred years old. It’s

trees have their fates. It’s nothing worth

new coffee table

yesterday.

any furniture at home, so she couldn’t understand why they suddenly got

change of furniture would be nice. She didn’t think too much about it back then. She just wondered how many trees had to be cut down to make a coffee

possible that the coffee table at home was

always. “What are you talking about, Liv? Why would I get mad at a

in the snowy wind. His handsome face was cold, and his movements were

a point. An elite like him wouldn’t get