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.

Olivia was conflicted. She suddenly had a thought: if she told Ethan

her hesitation, Ethan drew nearer, closing the distance

I’m waiting,”

flustered. She felt exceptionally nervous. She began

It was a ringtone Ethan had exclusively set for Marina’s calls, which

without hesitation whenever he heard that ringtone regardless of what

cold from head to toe. She deserved it

Ethan turned back to Olivia after answering the call, the look in Olivia’s

and I was

assumed that she had a cold when she didn’t return home for those

months since they last contacted each other after that phone call, and he knew nothing about her hospitalization. It pained him, and he even felt a little guilty. No wonder she had

but didn’t know what to say. Because of how hostile

each other anymore. Why are we