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.

was so frightened that she nearly lost her composure. She wanted to

a relationship with Ethan, he was known for being a ruthless, merciless devil. Finally, she understood why everyone was afraid of

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

“Did you see it?”

that he was calmer when he was especially angry. His eyes

While she had scanned it, she hadn’t finished reading it she had only read part

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

on her lip, Olivia whispered, “Because of

death was not drowning. She had been

the water.