Chapter 589

Ethan, who used to be extremely patient with her, didn’t have any intention of staying at that moment.

He kept urging Olivia, “It’s someone else’s grave. There’s nothing interesting to look at. Let’s go.”

Olivia thought that it was bad luck to say such things. Still, she couldn’t help but glance at it.

“Amazing. If her name wasn’t Jodie Ferguson, I would’ve thought that she’s a relative of the Millers.”

Olivia repeated the name. “Jodie. Why does that name sound so familiar? Ethan, did I know her in the past?”

The gravestone was remade for Jodie after Ethan had confirmed that Leia didn’t die. All the information was changed to Jodie’s. Ethan didn’t expect Olivia to be so hung up about it.

After calming himself, Ethan answered calmly, “No, you didn’t.”

Olivia glanced at the gravestone a few more times before looking away. “I must be overthinking it. There are so many people in this world, so it’s normal for some to look alike. Let’s go.”

Ethan took a cloak and draped it over her. His eyes were filled with tenderness. “Yes, the snow is falling heavily again. Let’s finish up the rounds and go home as soon as possible.”

“Sounds good.”

After taking a few

blossoms were blooming well. There was a layer of clear snow on the red petals. As the wind blew, the snowflakes and flowers

you

the

restaurant from last

them.

Ethan rarely spent time

no matter where they went, people would

remember seeing a tree here that night. Why is it

now covered with cement. It was also

blocking

and it was probably at least a hundred years old.

their fates. It’s

thought about the new coffee table and

yesterday.

home, so she couldn’t understand why they suddenly got

that a change of furniture would be nice. She didn’t think too much about it back then. She just wondered how many trees had to be cut down to make

the coffee table at home was made

her on the head. His expression was calm as always. “What are you talking about, Liv? Why would I get mad at

the man’s upright figure in the snowy wind. His handsome face was cold, and his movements were filled with endless

point. An elite like him wouldn’t get mad at

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