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

innocent and

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

café, a beautiful piano piece

many people around at that

was the most refined café in the

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

would come here to take pictures,

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

a man was flipping through a Wesnorian

to time, he would lift his

His phone vibrated.

from the

that they were in a traffic

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

a little nervous

for two years, and he considered the

didn't know who the person was, nor

around the world and

the airport, but they declined

also agreed to meet up with

posted, the other person

of the setting sun,

beautiful, but they also

her age before, but she sounded like a mature woman at times and a childish

couldn't quite

to the

meeting his online friend for the

he had never encountered someone who got along so well