Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller

The two of them were entangled on the floor.

Ethan, who was in disarray, struggled to get up.

He only made his condition worse.

He used to be a calm and composed man, but he lost his cool when it came to Olivia.

The more cautious he was, the more it made matters worse.

"Don't move.

I'll handle it," Olivia said resignedly.

She understood how he felt.

When she found out she didn't have long to live, she was also depressed for some time.

She even considered suicide.

No one would be able to take it if they were suddenly thrust into such a situation.

Olivia calmed him down to prevent him from making matters worse.

Then, she brought him some dry clothes.

"There's a shirt and a pair of pants.

Can you change into them yourself?" "T can, but I can't tell the front from the back." “Never mind.

I'll do it for you." It wasn't the first time she had seen his body.

Olivia didn't care anymore.

the tie on his

was

the ones he got from saving her over

still remember everything

shocked that so many years

Time was indeed terrifying.

his face and body with a

allowed her to do whatever

never would have

Ethan was a proud

to doing everything by

true nature hidden at the beginning of

so close, but she didn't know him

actually there with her when they shared intimate

completely

moment, Ethan was basically offering her

one had helped him shave in the past few

was some stubble on his chin, and his hair was

was poisoned, he had a more rugged look

had taken off the bandages on

could roughly

if her gaze was as gentle as the moonlight that

out and

he murmured, "Liv ..." The moonlight

The atmosphere was perfect.

into his embrace after he tugged