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.

she gazed at her perfect reflection in the mirror,

innocent and

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

the café, a beautiful

many people around

most refined café

had panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, which were perfect for admiring

pictures, and

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

the window, a man

he would lift his hand to glance

His phone vibrated.

message from the

person said that they were in a traffic jam,

out a reply with his slender fingers, "It's okay, I'll wait for you." Sometime later, when the person said that they would

a little nervous

had chatted for two years, and

the person was, nor did the other person

was constantly traveling around

wanted to pick them up at the airport, but they declined the offer

also agreed to meet up with

things they posted, the other person seemed

the setting sun, vast grasslands, and fields of

they also exuded a

age before, but she sounded like a

couldn't quite figure her

to the bottom of this

little nervous to be meeting his online friend

encountered someone who got along