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

was riddled

ones he got from saving her

still remember everything

so many

Time was indeed terrifying.

wiped his face and body with a clean

allowed her to do whatever

something that never would have happened in

all, Ethan was a proud

used to doing everything by

hidden at the beginning of their

she

only feel that he was actually

was completely different

the moment, Ethan was basically offering her his heart, but she

had helped him shave in the

stubble on his chin, and his hair

was poisoned, he had a more rugged look to

the bandages

could roughly see Olivia's

wondered if her gaze was as gentle

out and touched

murmured, "Liv ..." The moonlight shone

The atmosphere was perfect.

his embrace after he tugged