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.

gazed at her perfect reflection in

innocent and captivating

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

a beautiful piano piece was

people

most refined café

windows, which were perfect

pictures, and it was a popular pick for

in a warm café and watch the snowy view of the

a man was flipping through a

would lift his hand to

His phone vibrated.

the person

a traffic jam, so

for you." Sometime later, when the person said that

little nervous in his

for two years, and he considered

nor did the other person know his

around the world and that they

to pick them up at the airport, but

also agreed to meet up

things they posted, the other person seemed to be a

pictures of the setting sun, vast grasslands, and fields of

also

age before, but she sounded like a mature woman

quite

get to the bottom of

felt a little nervous to be meeting his online

encountered someone who got along so well with him