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.

could only mention the Carltons. “Ethan, you made a promise at the

mistress?

their exchanges was his belittling and insulting gaze. His gaze stripped Olivia of her

sleeve

breath became labored. Olivia’s clothes were almost all gone.

Stop for a moment!” Olivia yelled urgently. She raised her head to

His eyes were bloodshot.

looked at her. Then,

the perfume I have on. I need to shower,” Oliver came up with a

the perfume just now. It wasn’t cheap,

that both of them disliked. It smelled

grip on her

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

so familiar. She picked 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

Where could she

gazed at the same view that she

there were things that he could not