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.

perfect reflection in the

was innocent

her wrist, Olivia muttered,

the café, a beautiful

weren't many people

the most refined café in the city

floor-to-ceiling windows, which were

here to take pictures, and it was a popular

winter day, so if one were to sit in a warm café and watch the snowy view of the church opposite, it

a

time, he would lift his hand to glance at

His phone vibrated.

was a message from the person he was waiting

in a traffic jam, so

you." Sometime later, when the person said that they would be arriving in three minutes, the man froze halfway through his action

a little nervous in his

had chatted for two years, and he considered the person his kindred

was, nor

around the world and that they

pick them up at the airport, but they declined

to meet up

by the things they posted, the other person seemed

post pictures of the setting sun,

but they also exuded a sense of

to guess her age before, but she sounded like a mature

couldn't quite figure

finally get to the bottom of this mystery

to be meeting his online friend for the first

he had never encountered someone who