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.

at her perfect reflection

innocent

Olivia muttered, "I've kept you waiting long enough,

the café, a beautiful piano

weren't many people around

was the most refined

floor-to-ceiling windows, which

pictures, and it

snowy winter day, so if one were to sit in a warm café and watch the

window, a man was flipping through

he would lift his hand to glance

His phone vibrated.

the person he was waiting

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

"It's okay, I'll wait for you." Sometime later, when the person said that they would be arriving in three

a little nervous in his

two years, and he considered the

was, nor

knew that the other person was constantly traveling around the world and that they only

them up at the airport, but they

meet up

the things they posted, the other

of the setting sun, vast grasslands,

but they also exuded a

tried to guess her age before, but she sounded like

quite figure her

the bottom of this mystery

meeting his online friend for the

because he had never encountered someone who got along