Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller

Chapter 455

The air between the two seemed to stiffen.

Ethan’s voice was a little hoarse. “Liv, what if I told you I never betrayed you?”

“You never betrayed me?” Olivia sneered.

“Then tell me, who are Connor’s parents? His face is almost the same as yours.

“Are you going to tell me that Marina referenced your face while sculpting him out of clay?”

Ethan said, “This is exactly what I wanted to talk to you about. Connor is-”

Before Ethan could explain it, his phone rang.

It was a customized ringtone he set specially for Marina.

This used to be the ringtone Olivia feared the most.

It didn’t matter what she was doing with Ethan at that moment. As soon as the ringtone sounded, he would abandon everything and run toward Marina.

Olivia looked at him with a mocking expression on her face. “Why aren’t you picking up? What are you scared of?

“I’m not your wife anymore, so I don’t even care about-”

Ethan rejected the call right away.

Holding Olivia’s hand again, he had a serious expression on his face.

“Listen, Liv. This is a very important matter. Before this, I kept it a secret because-

phone rang again. This time, the

this hour,

but to

who had always been calm, sounded very anxious at

something happened to Master Connor.

“What happened to Connor?”

she wanted to look after the children, so I brought

when Master Connor opened the door without me

fell from

was standing so close that

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her expression immediately changed. She behaved as if it was her son who

“Is he okay?”

on the spot. He was already sent to the emergency

Miller. It’s all

call. There was an

“I’m sorry,

for the meteor shower tonight. Something happened to Connor, so I have to

“Go, then.”

to

Since I’m here already, I’ll leave after the meteor shower. I may

out, Ethan caressed

the world. I promise I’ll watch it with you

Ethan let go of

bodyguards to watch the area, so he wasn’t worried about Olivia’s

in a hurry. His scent still lingered

was embracing her. Without any feelings of longing,

cooking the food over the

dining alone in the past. No matter how