Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller

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.”

left with Ethan. After taking a few steps, she still couldn’t help

the red petals. As the wind blew, the snowflakes and flowers rained down, covering

are you

away, ignoring the unknown emotions in her

the graves, Olivia suggested dining at the restaurant from last time. Ethan got someone to reserve a

them.

Ethan. She wondered if it was because Ethan rarely spent time with her in the

where they went, people

a tree here that night. Why is it

cement. It was also tiled just like its surroundings. Ethan

“Perhaps it was blocking the

a pity. It was such a huge tree, and it was probably at least a hundred years old. It’s a

and trees have their

thought about the new coffee table and wooden chairs at home that were

yesterday.

didn’t lack any furniture at home, so she

be nice. She didn’t think too much about it back then. She just wondered how many trees had to be

possible that the coffee table at home was made from

talking about, Liv? Why would I get mad at a tree and turn it

figure in the snowy wind. His handsome face was cold, and his movements were filled

a point. An elite like him wouldn’t get