Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller

Chapter 86

Ethan took a furtive glance around the apartment. It wasn’t big, but he could feel Olivia’s presence in every corner.

When he noticed the baby crib in her room, he remembered that it was the only thing she’d taken with her when she’d left him. As the realization washed over him, his heart turned into a jumbled mess.

After seeing her jump off the building that day, he’d come to realize one thing.

He’d followed after her without hesitation, which made him understand that he couldn’t stop loving her no matter how much he hated her.

His love and hate were intertwined. They fused into a prickly bramble full of thors, coiling tightly around the two of them. It was as though the more he pushed her off into the dark, the closer he got to the edge of a cliff himself.

Ethan picked up a soft toy on the bed. Olivia had always hugged it to make herself sleep for countless nights in the past two

years.

to their child. Every

couldn’t make himself

some time. She slowly pushed herself off the ground and walked

have left, given that he was someone who valued time. Yet when she raised her head

flickered as he held it between two fingers. It seemed that his smoking addiction

still here. Was he waiting to pick up where

across her face at that thought, and she went to get herself a glass of water to

on the floor as she approached him. “Should we do it here or on the bed?” she asked in a cool and distant

from the cigarette to stare at her sickly face, then exhaled slowly, forming a white puff of smoke in the

thinking of doing it,” Olivia told him blankly. She

good rest. She went into her room

cigarette lightly to make the ashes fall as he watched her disappear behind the door. This

he’d wanted.