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.

for the tie on his waist

was riddled with

got from

still remember everything that

was shocked that so many years had

Time was indeed terrifying.

wiped his face and body with

allowed her to do

was something that never would have happened in

was a proud

used to doing

kept his true nature hidden

were so close, but she

only feel that he was actually

completely

was basically offering her his heart, but she

him shave in the past few

his chin, and his hair was

since he was poisoned, he had a more

taken off the bandages on his

roughly

as gentle as the moonlight that was shining

out and touched

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

The atmosphere was perfect.

his embrace after he tugged at