Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller

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—”

and tilted her face upward to face him. His rough fingers brushed her

daughter. You two are pretentious to the extreme and

than the cold wind, and they stabbed at her heart repeatedly. She swatted his hand away from her

an upright person. He would never do

discuss this matter with Olivia and plucked a check from his wallet instead. He carelessly wrote

want

spare Olivia the headache of securing funds for her

and whispered in her ear. “This money is all yours if you repeat

instantly, and her hand shot

Olivia struggled

her tightened, and his tone became harsher. “Oh? You don’t want to do it? He’ll have

face as she asked,

her and cherish her for the rest of her life was long

illuminated his face, further

released his grasp on her and

her away and told her in a tone devoid

hands, just like the

to flow. She looked like a child

just when he was about to get in his car, he heard a thud. He turned around

his face as he asked,

unsettling when he looked

been working for Ethan for a long

for Mrs. Miller in the past, but his

matter, so he dared not probe further.

Olivia through the rearview mirror and found that she still had not gotten up.

improved in just a

in various fitness programs since she was young to prevent

no way someone as fit and healthy as her would faint