Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller

Chapter 175

The ashtray was heavy. It was difficult for Olivia to hold it with one hand.

She wondered if the blood would splatter on her face if she flung it at Ethan.

Her unconscious thoughts scared even herself, too.

At that moment, Ethan looked back at her. They met each other’s eyes.

Before he could say anything, she asked, “Why did you smoke so much?”

When he noticed the ashtray in her hand, the first thing that came to his mind was that Olivia was going to murder him with it.

But her question nipped his suspicion.

Ethan was wearing an indifferent expression. “Does that have anything to do with you?”

His voice was full of disdain. She set the ashtray down. Next time, she’ll use something sharp to finish him off.

Suppressing her displeasure, Olivia tugged at the hem of his sleeve. “I… crossed the line this morning. I’m sorry.”

her face, which appeared paler under the light. She

she was pretty, she didn’t look

still softened a part of his heart

Olivia

that way, he could even pluck a

questioned, finally relaxing the

and pushed the

fruit. The cherry tomatoes in the salad were arranged

was simple, yet it catered to

able to have the food she made, stared at the heart–shaped

his mind. She was clumsy but serious about preparing him a

ended up with a few

a grin. “Here. I made it.

a

before, she lost self–confidence whenever she stood next to

lunch boxes are insulated. The

handed him the

his mouth, walking him

delicious?”

Since when did she

up this morning?” He raised his gaze