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.”

appeared paler under the light. She

pretty,

part of

could never handle it when Olivia acted cute while tugging his

he could even pluck a star from the sky if she wanted him

questioned,

gladly went along with it and pushed the

fried chicken, lasagna, salad, and fruit. The cherry tomatoes in the salad were arranged into a heart

yet it

able to have the food she made, stared at the

first cooking experience crossed his mind. She was clumsy but serious about preparing him a lunch

up with a few

a grin. “Here. I made it. Even if it’s not tasty,

was always a smile

she lost self–confidence whenever she stood next to

Ethan’s silence, Olivia prompted gingerly. “These lunch boxes are

him the

his mouth, walking him down memory

it delicious?” she

when did she become so

this morning?” He raised