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.

reached for the tie on his waist and removed his

was riddled

the ones he got from saving

remember everything

so many years

Time was indeed terrifying.

face and

and allowed her to do whatever she needed

that never would have

all, Ethan was

was used to doing everything by

nature hidden at

close, but she

was actually there with her when they shared

completely different

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

had helped him shave in the past

on his chin,

had a more rugged look to

off the bandages on

could roughly see

her gaze was as gentle as the moonlight that was

reached out and touched

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

The atmosphere was perfect.

his embrace after he