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.

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

distance between them. His gaze seemed to

waiting,”

She felt exceptionally nervous. She began to

then, Ethan’s phone rang. It was a ringtone Ethan had exclusively set

that ringtone regardless of what he was doing. Olivia still

her like a bucket of cold water, leaving her cold from head to toe. She deserved it for

after answering the call, the look in Olivia’s eyes changed. Her conflicted feelings were gone, and in their place

nothing much. I had a cold, and

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

call, and he knew nothing about her hospitalization. It pained him, and he even felt a little guilty.

say. Because of how hostile he had been, he couldn’t

the point where we can’t stand the sight of each other anymore. Why are we still holding on