Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller

Chapter 23

The bathroom door forcefully flew open, startling Olivia, who was picking up the last strands of her hair. Watching him nervously, she said, “Hey-”

Before She could finish, her eyes were attacked by the sight of Ethan’s bare, muscular chest. Even though they had spent countless nights together in the past, it made her uncomfortable after not seeing him for over a year. She quickly averted her

gaze.

Soon, the shadow he cast and his unique scent enveloped her as he approached. Olivia instinctively cowered and stared at him warily. “What are you doing?”

Ethan slowly bent over her, his deep, dark gaze eyes falling upon her as he asked, “You said you were sick. How sick?”

Olivia didn’t know how to feel meeting his inquisitive gaze. His eyes were devoid of mockery, disdain, and aloofness; he genuinely wanted to know about her illness.

was conflicted. She suddenly had a thought: if she told Ethan now, would he feel even the slightest bit guilty for what

Ethan drew nearer, closing the distance between them. His gaze seemed to pierce through

I’m waiting,” he

was flustered. She felt exceptionally nervous. She began to

Ethan had exclusively set for Marina’s calls, which had haunted Olivia for more than a

still with him, he would rush to Marina without hesitation whenever he heard that ringtone regardless of what he

water, leaving her cold from head to toe. She deserved

turned back to Olivia after answering the call, the look in Olivia’s eyes changed. Her conflicted feelings

nothing much. I had a cold, and I was in the

in their home. He had also assumed that she had a cold when

about her hospitalization. It pained him, and

what to say. Because of how hostile he had been,

of each other anymore. Why are we still