Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller

Chapter 490

Olivia couldn’t help but walk into the room. She was sure it used to be a guest room. But it had been renovated into a big room painted with soft colors. Half of the room was blue, and the other half was pink.

The lights were turned off, and the door was closed. Stars appeared overhead. The glow was soft, and there were occasional shooting stars.

Some disco lights lit up in the room, and a music box sounded. There was a cradle, a rocking horse, and various toys. There were baby clothes arranged according to the babies’ age. The collection ranged from clothes for newborn babies to those for one-year-olds.

There was even a designated play area for children with a castle, slides, and swings. Ethan had thought about everything that a baby would ever want. It was even better than the room she designed back then. There wasn’t a single parent in the world that could refuse a place like this.

Olivia ran her fingers over the baby clothes. Her mind wandered, and tears filled her eyes.

Ethan hugged her from behind and placed his palm on her stomach.

I want to be a responsible father this time. I want to take

a shaky voice, “Do you think this will make everything you did

I can never change the fact that I hurt you. But I want to make it up to

chance to do

stream down her face. “So, you want

the position

here to hide you away. This will be our home from now on. The

even more worked up now. “Let me tell you this, Ethan. You’ll never get what you want. We can never go back to the way it was, nor do I want to. Do you expect me to forgive

worthless in your eyes? You drove me away, so I left. And now you want me back? Sorry, but

this hand. You did this to me. You’ll never trap me by your side ever again! Did you think I would be touched by all these

my

won’t let you be their father even if

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ripped off the veil and said, “What I wanted wasn’t a wedding. I wanted a man that would help keep my head above the water. But you

swung her hand and threw the veil up.