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 the mirror, her

innocent and

wrist, Olivia muttered, "I've kept

café, a beautiful piano piece was

people around at

refined café in the city

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

would come here to take pictures,

in a warm café and watch

the window, a man was flipping through

would lift his hand to glance at his

His phone vibrated.

the person he was waiting

that they were in a traffic jam, so they might

wait for you." Sometime later, when the person said that they would be arriving in three minutes, the man froze halfway through his

little nervous

two years, and he considered the person his

was, nor did the other person

only knew that the other person was constantly traveling around the

pick them up at the airport, but

meet up with

the other person seemed to be

pictures of the setting sun, vast grasslands, and fields

but they also exuded a sense of

sounded like a

quite figure her

could finally get to the

be meeting his online friend for the first

encountered someone who got along so well with