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

There was a layer of clear snow on the red petals. As

you

Olivia looked away, ignoring the unknown emotions

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

them.

She wondered if it was because Ethan rarely spent time with her in the past. Taking Ethan’s hand, Olivia

very good-looking. So, no matter where they went, people would be

“I remember seeing a tree here that night. Why

where the century-old tree stood was now covered with cement. It was also tiled

blocking the

It was such a huge tree, and it was probably at least a hundred years old. It’s a waste to cut it down just like

trees have their fates. It’s

head. She thought about the new coffee table and wooden chairs

yesterday.

she

much about it back then. She just wondered how many trees had

it possible that the coffee table at home was made from

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

at the man’s upright figure in the snowy wind. His handsome face was cold, and

An elite like him wouldn’t