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.

a thought: if she told Ethan now, would he feel even the slightest bit guilty

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

I’m waiting,” he

flustered. She felt exceptionally nervous.

Ethan’s phone rang. It was a ringtone Ethan had exclusively set for Marina’s calls, which had haunted Olivia for more than

that ringtone regardless of what he was doing. Olivia still felt anxious whenever she

head to toe. She deserved it for not learning her lesson despite getting hurt so

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

answered, “It’s nothing much. I had a cold, and I was in

had also assumed that she had

contacted each other after that phone call, and he knew nothing about her hospitalization. It pained him, and he even felt a

what to say. Because of how hostile he had been, he couldn’t bring himself to utter

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