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 in the mirror, her lips

was innocent and

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

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

weren't many people around at

most refined café

which were perfect

here to take pictures, and it was

in a warm café and watch the snowy

window, a man was flipping

to time, he would lift his

His phone vibrated.

a message from the person

in a traffic jam,

with his slender fingers, "It's okay, I'll wait for you." Sometime later, when the person said that they would be arriving in three minutes, the man froze halfway

little nervous

years, and he

nor did the other

person was constantly traveling around the world

them up at the airport, but they declined

agreed to meet up with

the other person seemed to be a

of the setting sun, vast grasslands, and fields

were beautiful, but they also exuded a

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

quite figure her

get to the bottom of

little nervous to be meeting

encountered someone who got along so well with him