Even after her death novel

Chapter 224 The pent-up anger overwhelmed Olivia as she glared at Ethan. "It's not like I'm your only woman. "Why does it have to be me? Marina is just right downstairs. Should I call her over?" "It's because you're the only one for me!" he said aloud in his head. However, that answer was buried deep in his heart. He tightened his grasp around her waist, inhaling a

deep breath. He said, "Must you put up a fight with me over this kind of matter?" Olivia barely suppressed the urge to tell him how much he disgusted her. She was aware that their relationship was as rigid as ever. Thus, she needed to keep her emotions

under control. Confronting him recklessly wouldn't do her good. As an afterthought, she decided to compromise. She lowered her head. "I just… can't get used to it." Taking a step back, as she had expected, never failed to work wonders whenever facing Ethan. He watched her exposed nape. It was as if a kitty was revealing its weakness. It managed to appease his anger a little. "Fine. I won't touch you for the time being." He was surprisingly receptive now.

Olivia raised her head with bright eyes. Although he was still being mean to her, he didn't bear as much resentment as before. She could

clearly feel that. Perhaps she could have seized the chance to gain useful information. As long as she could pull him over to her side, it would be a big help for her investigation. "Ethan, can we talk?" Olivia asked. "Yeah. But I haven't eaten. Let's eat while we talk." He then asked someone to prepare a meal before

going to the bathroom. Olivia initially intended to leave after having a short discussion with him. But clearly, Ethan wasn't planning on letting her go. Hearing the sound of water splashing, she sighed and opened the closet. The clothes she previously owned were in it as she had expected. Marina hadn't come here before. Olivia got changed and waited for him quietly. Soon, dinner was served in their room. There were steaks, wine, and fresh flowers.

It was so romantic that she almost had a delusion that they hadn't divorced. It was as though they were

celebrating their marriage anniversary. Ethan must've informed the waiters to serve only the food. They left as soon as they sent the food over. The candle was lit, and the scent of rose and wine lingered in the air. Ethan came out of the bathroom fresh and pulled out a chair to take a seat, He arched an eyebrow at her. "What are you standing there for? Have a seat." Olivia looked at the dishes he ordered. Those were her favorites in the past. Even the steak was done to her liking.

She gazed at him with the help of the dim light from the lit candle. His handsome features weren't tense. He was relaxed, which was unusual for him. "How long has it been?" Olivia asked. "Two years and a month," Ethan replied fast. She smiled bitterly. "So, I am not the only person remembering the anniversary." "Olivia, I'm not as cruel as you think I am." "If you weren't cruel, we wouldn't have come this far." "Is steak not enough to shut your mouth?" He retorted, displeased.

She ate a piece of it. It tasted the same as she could remember. The person next to her was the same man, but he felt like a stranger to her. Ethan raised his wine glass at her. "Have some. I won't force you to drink tonight." It seemed like he hadn't forgotten about how much she threw up back then. She was hammered when

she was begging him. Olivia gladly toasted her wine glass with his. She took a small sip of it, but he gulped down half of it. "Dig in," he urged. She hummed in response. It had been a while since they last shared such a peaceful moment together. Ethan found Olivia cute as long as she wasn't holding an ashtray. Still, the smile didn't find its way to her face as it always did in the past. He believed that everything would find its place in the end.

Leo would be found, and Jeff would regain his consciousness someday. Ethan would help with the Fordham family's comeback for her, and she would love him again. Olivia suddenly lifted her head. "Ethan." Her gentle tone sent tingling thrills down his spine. He stared deeply at her.