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 lips

was innocent

on her wrist, Olivia muttered, "I've

come down soon." In the café, a beautiful piano piece

many people

refined café

which were perfect for admiring the

here to take pictures, and it was a popular

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

spot near the window, a man was flipping

would lift

His phone vibrated.

message from the person

that they were in a traffic jam, so they

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 through his action of

little nervous

two years, and he considered the

person was, nor did the other person know

traveling around

to pick them up at the airport, but

agreed to meet up

the other

pictures of the setting sun, vast grasslands,

were beautiful, but they also exuded a sense

guess her age before, but she sounded like

quite

the

a little nervous to be meeting his

was probably because he had never encountered someone who got along