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 waist and removed his

back was riddled with

got from saving her over three

still remember everything that happened

shocked that so many years

Time was indeed terrifying.

wiped his face and body with a clean

her to do whatever she

that never would have happened in

all, Ethan was a

was used to

true nature hidden

she

actually there with her when they shared intimate

was completely different

offering her his heart,

one had helped him shave in the past

some stubble on his chin,

poisoned, he had a more

off the bandages on

could roughly see

gentle as the

subconsciously reached out and touched her

lips, he murmured, "Liv ..." The moonlight shone on

The atmosphere was perfect.

after he tugged