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—”

did not wait for her to finish. He crouched and tilted her face upward

are pretentious to the extreme

at her heart repeatedly. She swatted his

is an upright person. He would never do

his wallet instead. He carelessly wrote on the check, held it in between two fingers, and placed it in front of

you want

her father’s medical bills. However, she did not take the check because Ethan would not be so

though,” Ethan added and whispered in her ear. “This money is all

her hand shot up in

Olivia struggled against him, she left a bloody handprint on his

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

she asked, “Why did you

rest of her life was long gone, replaced by a ruthless person who found joy

lamp post illuminated his

to say it, right?” He released his grasp on her

told her in a tone devoid

just like the hope she had

pick them up as her tears continued to flow. She looked like

car, he heard a thud. He turned around to see

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

gaze was unsettling when he looked at

been working

clear as day that Mr. Miller had been head over heels for Mrs. Miller in the past,

he dared not probe further.

car drove further and further away. Ethan looked at Olivia through the rearview mirror and found that she still had not gotten up. The look of

had improved

live a sheltered life, Jeff had Olivia participate in various fitness programs since she was young to prevent her from being a target of bullying. She had a

and healthy as