Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller

Chapter 32

After counting the days she had left, Olivia figured it might be a good idea to have a companion to celebrate the coming year.

Olivia, as she always did, extended her pinky finger and said, “Deal.”

Ethan was stunned. Marina brattily rubbed herself against him and whined, “Ethan.”

Ethan didn’t look at her. He slowly extended his finger, hooked it with Olivia’s, and said, “No take–backs.”

They had finally come to an agreement.

This was the only method Olivia could devise. He would stay with her for a month, then she would return his freedom to him.

Marina groaned, “Ethan, I’m not rushing you to get a divorce or anything, but think about our baby…”

Olivia’s stomach churned as she looked at how childish Marina was being. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

was great at everything, except choosing people he wanted to keep in

be with someone like her to torture himself. She lost respect for

Ethan a sucker for this kind of

thought about this on her way to the bathroom. Men

and flirty like that in the past,

One month.

willing to

thinking that morning that her stomach had

a big patch of fresh red blood that came with it. No matter how many times she looked at it, it chilled

dark omen.

it. She wasn’t

she was about to leave after freshening up, she felt

like Ethan. It was his son. He had one hand on the sink while another held onto the corner of her coat. There was drool in his

him. He was

if it was for a short time. She couldn’t hate

tip of the boy’s nose with her finger. She said fiercely, “Hey little troublemaker, don’t you dare become like your father when you grow up.