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.

She suddenly had a thought: if she told Ethan now, would he feel even the slightest

drew nearer, closing the distance between

I’m waiting,”

exceptionally nervous. She

had exclusively set for Marina’s calls, which had haunted Olivia for

rush to Marina without hesitation whenever he heard that ringtone regardless of what he was doing.

from head to toe. She deserved it for

answering the call, the look in Olivia’s eyes changed. Her conflicted feelings were

had a cold, and I was in the hospital for a

home. He had also assumed that she had a cold when she didn’t

been three months since they last contacted each other after that phone call, and he knew nothing about her hospitalization. It pained him, and

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

we can’t stand the sight of each other anymore. Why are we still