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.

her perfect reflection in the mirror,

innocent and captivating

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

down soon." In the café, a beautiful

weren't many people around

the most refined café in

which

come here to take pictures, and it was a popular pick for blind

if one were to sit in a warm café and watch the

spot near the window, a man was flipping

time to time, he would lift his hand to glance at

His phone vibrated.

a message from the person he was

were in a traffic jam,

the person said that they would

felt a little nervous in his

years, and he

know who the person was, nor did the other person know

only knew that the other person was constantly traveling around the world and that they only returned

up at the airport, but

to meet up with

posted, the other person

the setting sun,

also exuded a sense of

but she sounded like a mature woman at times

couldn't quite figure her

to the bottom

felt a little nervous to be meeting

because he had never encountered someone who got along so well with