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.

her perfect reflection in the

innocent and

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

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

weren't many people around

was the most refined café in the

floor-to-ceiling windows, which were

here to take pictures, and

warm café and watch the snowy view of the church opposite,

the window, a man was flipping

he would lift his hand

His phone vibrated.

from the

they were in a traffic jam, so they

wait for you." Sometime later, when the person said that they would be arriving in three minutes,

a little nervous

for two years, and he considered the person his kindred

didn't know who the person was, nor

around the world

at the airport, but they declined the offer

to meet up with

by the things they posted, the other person seemed

would post pictures of the setting sun, vast

they also exuded a sense

had tried to guess her age before, but she sounded like a mature woman at times and a childish

quite

finally get to the bottom

to be meeting his online friend for the first

had never encountered someone who