Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller

Engrossed in reading the contents of the document, Olivia was startled by Ethan’s sudden appearance. She dropped the files, which scattered all over the floor.

Why had he come back so early? Ethan usually only returned home late at night. Although they were married, she was a little asharned, especially since she knew that Ethan hated it when people schemed behind his back.

Olivia swallowed nervously. Her expression was stiff as she said, “Y–You’re back.”

Ethan was clad in a suit and tie, which outlined his tall and slender figure. When his icy gaze fell upon her, Olivia felt like she was trapped in a frozen cellar.

He stalked toward her, taking wide strides with his long legs as he leisurely took off his blazer. Having been born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he carried himself with an air of nobility.

nearly lost her composure. She wanted to escape, but her legs seemed to be

known for being a ruthless, merciless devil. Finally, she understood why everyone was afraid of him. He carried himself

feet were pressed to the ground. With each step he took toward her, she took a step back. Soon, her back was flat against the safe, she had no more room to retreat, and Ethan was already kneeling in front of

“Did you see it?”

could read no emotions from his eyes. However, Olivia knew that he was calmer when he was especially angry. His eyes were dark

it, she hadn’t

her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Do you know why I didn’t

on her lip, Olivia whispered,

that Jodie’s true cause of death was not drowning. She had been strangled

the water.