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.

tie on his waist and

was

from saving her over three years

could still remember everything

shocked that so many years

Time was indeed terrifying.

face and

to do whatever she needed to

something that never would

Ethan was a

was used to doing everything by

his true nature hidden at the beginning of their

close, but she didn't know

only feel that he was actually

completely different

was basically offering her his heart, but she didn't

him shave in the

stubble on his chin, and his hair was

since he was poisoned, he had a

had taken off the bandages on

could roughly see Olivia's

gaze was as gentle as the moonlight that

out and touched

..."

The atmosphere was perfect.

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