Even after her death novel

Chapter 350 The room was quite dark. In order to let him sleep peacefully, the blackout curtains were tightly drawn.

Olivia gently opened a small gap to allow a faint light into the room. She walked cautiously toward the bedside. If it were in the past, Ethan would probably have woken up

due to his usual vigilance. But now, his eyes were tightly closed, and an empty IV bag was next to him. Olivia reached out and felt his forehead. It was burning hot. The fever hadn't subsided yet. Ethan's

physical condition had always been excellent. He rarely got sick like this. It seemed like she would have to wait till later to talk to him about Leia. She was about to withdraw her hand, but her wrist was grabbed. Ethan pulled hard, and she fell into his arms. She wanted to push him away with a frown, but she heard

him say hoarsely, "Don't leave." Sighing, she remained still. She stayed in his embrace, Ethan was happy, and his arms tightened around her. The scorching heat from his body enveloped Olivia from all sides. It made her feel uncomfortable. They

hadn't been in such an intimate position for a long time. Even if he was her ex-lover, it made her feel

uneasy. "You need to loosen your grip. I can hardly breathe," Olivia softly protested. Ethan wasn't fully conscious. He didn't hear what she said and tightened his embrace further. He murmured, "Liv, I was wrong. I really am sorry. Please don't leave me." Olivia had never seen Ethan this way-not even when they were together. Ethan was an arrogant man.

He would never admit that he was wrong. But he was like a helpless little boy now, muttering words like "I was wrong" and "Don't leave me". Olivia wanted to say something but suddenly felt his fingers creeping into her clothes. "What are you doing?" Ethan rolled over on top of her. He was wearing green pajamas. A few buttons were loose, revealing

large parts of his skin. Olivia could see the injury on his chest. It was more severe than she had imagined, The wound had healed, but it left a sprawling scar on his chest. She swallowed the words she had planned to yell and touched the scar. She was sure he would've killed himself if she hadn't cut herself loose. She wanted to say he was rotten to the core. But when she jumped off the building, he followed without

hesitation. He was willing to trade his life for hers when she was kidnapped. But he wasn't exactly good either. All the pain Olivia had suffered so far was inflicted by him. Olivia didn't even know how to describe the relationship between them. Her cool fingers touched the scar, causing Ethan's body to heat up even more. "Does it hurt?" Ethan said in an upset tone, "It hurts, but it hurts more when I think about you Olivia looked him in the eye and saw that the corners of his eyes were red. His skin was pale, so the

flush stood out more. She noticed the messy hair covering his forehead. Some strands were curled up. He no longer looked

like the domineering man who always looked at her condescendingly. He was like a kid who had been bullied Olivia had only seen him like this once, the time when he was drunk. He rarely displayed such

innocence. She couldn't stand seeing him like this, so she looked away "Get off of me. I have something to tell you" "I don't want to." Ethan was like a rebellious kid. He had an obstinate expression on his face. He reached out and grabbed her chin to turn her face toward him. Before Olivia could react, he already

kissing her domineeringly