Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller

Chapter 222

As soon as she said that, Ethan looked at her with a prying look. His fingers traced lightly along her neck. “Jealous?”

“You must be joking, Mr. Miller. I am in no position to be jealous.”

Ethan saw the hint of disgust in her eyes. He bent over and kissed her neck.

He even had the urge to bite down fiercely for a moment so that he could get rid of all of the complications between them in one bite.

Olivia’s resistance was apparent. Ethan raised her hands above her head.

He held her chin with his fingers and said slowly, “Since you know your place, why are you resisting my touch?”

Olivia frowned and said, “Why are you acting all crazy here, Ethan?”

He smirked and let go of her chin. He began to unbutton her top.

Olivia had a deal with him. She couldn’t resist. She shouldn’t resist.

the Carltons. “Ethan, you made a promise at the Carlton residence. Why are you breaking your promise and

matter with playing around with a mistress? Or do you think you actually

belittling and insulting gaze. His gaze stripped

his sleeve and

labored. Olivia’s clothes were almost

urgently. She raised her head

His eyes were bloodshot.

at her. Then,

perfume I have on. I

now.

of them disliked.

his grip on her and

scrambled into the bathroom and locked the door. She looked at her own frightened face in

out the towels herself. Their couple’s toothbrushes were neatly placed together. Everything in the bathroom reminded her of how close they used to

the faint lights in the distance. She felt like a lost and wandering

could

the balcony. He gazed at the same view that she saw. The cool night

were things that he could not tell