Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller

Stepping on the gas pedal, Olivia headed out.

Ethan glanced at the license plate number.

Back then, he had given Olivia lots of houses and cars.

But this sports car wasn't under his name.

Olivia rarely drove in the past.

Even if she did drive, she only preferred low-profile cars.

She had changed a lot in the past few years.

Ethan wondered who she was going to meet today.

He sighed.

If he knew this was going to happen, he wouldn't have agreed to it so easily.

"Mr. Miller, everyone is waiting for you.

You should set out now." Brent's voice rang out behind him.

Ethan almost forgot that he had a bunch of problems to solve.

He wiped the lipstick smear away from his lips.

When he turned around, he had returned to normal.

"Let's go." Olivia parked the car beforehand.

Then, she lowered her sunglasses and took out the face foundation from her bag, fixing her makeup.

reflection in the

was innocent

bracelet on her wrist, Olivia muttered, "I've kept you waiting

soon." In the café, a beautiful piano piece was

many people around at

was the most refined

floor-to-ceiling windows, which were perfect for admiring

come here to take pictures, and it was a popular pick for blind

warm café and watch the snowy view of the church opposite, it would be quite

near the window, a man was

lift his hand to

His phone vibrated.

the person he

person said that they were in a traffic jam, so they might be

his slender fingers, "It's okay, I'll wait for you." Sometime later, when the person said

felt a little nervous in

two years, and he considered the person his

the person was, nor did the

was constantly traveling around the world

them up at the

agreed to meet up

by the things they posted, the other person seemed to

setting sun, vast grasslands,

also exuded

she sounded like a mature woman at times and a childish girl at

quite figure her

could finally get to the bottom of this

little nervous to be meeting his

had never encountered someone who got along so well with