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.”

few steps, she

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

are you looking

away, ignoring the

visiting the graves, Olivia suggested dining at the restaurant from last

them.

if it was because Ethan rarely spent time with her in

good-looking. So, no matter where they

tree here that

cement. It was also tiled just like

blocking

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

and trees have their fates. It’s nothing worth

her head. She thought about the new coffee table and wooden chairs at home

yesterday.

home, so she couldn’t understand why they

be nice. She didn’t think too much about it back then. She just wondered how many trees had to be cut down to

possible that the coffee table at home

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

at the man’s upright figure in the snowy wind. His

a point. An elite like him wouldn’t get mad