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.”

After taking a few steps, she still couldn’t help

plum blossoms were blooming well. There was a layer of clear snow on the

are you looking

looked away, ignoring the unknown emotions

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

them.

if it was because Ethan rarely spent time with her in the past. Taking Ethan’s

no matter where they went, people would

seeing a tree here that night. Why is it

tree stood was now covered with cement. It was also tiled just like its surroundings. Ethan was surprised that

replied indifferently, “Perhaps it was blocking the view, so they cut

at least a hundred years old. It’s a waste

trees have their fates. It’s nothing worth your

coffee

yesterday.

furniture at home, so she

back then. She just wondered how many trees had to be cut down to make a

that the coffee table

always. “What are you talking about, Liv? Why would I get mad at a tree and turn it into a coffee

figure in the snowy wind. His handsome face was cold,

a point. An elite like