Even after her death novel

Chapter 222 As soon as she said that, Ethan looked at her with a prying look. His fingers traced lightly along her

neck. "Jealous?" "You must be joking, Mr. Miller. I am in no position to be jealous." Ethan saw the hint of disgust in her eyes. He bent over and kissed her neck. He even had the urge to bite down fiercely for a moment so that he could get rid of all of the

complications between them in one bite. Olivia's resistance was apparent. Ethan raised her hands above her head. He held her chin with his fingers and said slowly, "Since you know your place, why are you resisting my

touch?" Olivia frowned and said, "Why are you acting all crazy here, Ethan?" He smirked and let go of her chin. He began to unbutton her top. Olivia had a deal with him. She couldn't resist. She shouldn't resist. She could only mention the Carltons. "Ethan, you made a promise at the Carlton residence. Why are

you breaking your promise and touching me now?" "What's the matter with playing around with a mistress? Or do you think you actually matter now?" The only constant in their exchanges was his belittling and insulting gaze. His gaze stripped Olivia of

her dignity. She grabbed his sleeve and tightened her grip. Ethan's breath became labored. Olivia's clothes were almost all gone. The show was about to start. "Wait! Stop for a moment!" Olivia yelled urgently. She raised her head to meet Ethan's gaze. His eyes were bloodshot. He lowered his head and looked at her. Then, he whispered with gritted teeth, "What?" "I do not like the smell of the perfume I have on. I need to shower," Oliver came up with a lame excuse.

He had smelled the perfume just now. It wasn't cheap, but it was unpleasant. It was the type of perfume that both of them disliked. It smelled like slutty women at nightclubs. He released his grip on her and said, "You have five minutes." Olivia scrambled into the bathroom and locked the door. She looked at her own frightened face in the

mirror. Everything was so familiar. She picked out the towels herself. Their couple's toothbrushes were neatly

placed together. Everything in the bathroom reminded her of how close they used to be. But now, she's

trying to escape from his touch. She looked outside the window. She could see the faint lights in the distance. She felt like a lost and

wandering spirit. Escape? Where could she escape to? Ethan stood on the balcony. He gazed at the same view that she saw. The cool night breeze blew at

him. He was aware of Olivia's resistance. But there were things that he could not tell her yet. The issues were too complex and would involve too many people. "What are you thinking about?" Olivia walked to his side. He checked his watch. It was exactly five

minutes. Ethan pulled her into his arms. He smelled the familiar scent of shampoo coming from her. "Look at us now. Don't we look like how we were?" Once, he stood alone on the balcony like tonight. That time, Olivia squeezed into his embrace. She would look at him bright-eyed and ask, "Why are you always spacing out in tall and quiet places

like this? You look so lonely like that. How sad." "Me, sad?" He lowered his head. She fluttered her eyebrows and smiled brightly. "But in the future, I'll be with you, so you won't be alone

anymore." The person in his arms and the face in his memories merged into one. Ethan said slowly, "You said you

would be with me, so I won't be alone." Olivia's expression remained indifferent. "Yes, I said that. But weren't you the one who pushed me

away?"