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Chapter 840 Before Olivia spoke, Ethan added, "Don't see it as a burden. The fact that I like you is my business to

deal with. I'll diminish my presence as I did before. I won't intervene much in your life but ... liking you is

my right. You can kill me, but you can't stop me from liking you." Her ears were burning at his honesty, which caught her off- guard. She didn't know how to respond to

that. Ethan broke the awkwardness as he lifted his blanket to get out of bed. "Okay, I told you not to see it as

a burden. Let me send you back. It's getting late. You should rest up." "It's alright. I can walk back by myself. It's not that far." "The ship's not that safe at night. I can walk you back." He had already put on his coat. Noticing that she was wearing thin layers, he casually draped another coat over her shoulders. Before she could reject him, Ethan explained, "It's clean." "I-I didn't mean it that way. I ..." "I know." Standing by the door, he reached out his hand for her.

Olivia blinked her eyes a few times. Only then did she realize that it was indeed dangerous for a single

woman to be on the ship. His mask covered half of his ordinary face, adding a mysterious touch to his aura. Olivia thought Logan's physique was similar to Ethan's for a brief moment. Soon, she put that absurd idea at the back of her head. Although their heights were similar, Ethan was more robust than Logan. Logan appeared to be thinner than Ethan. Every single time Ethan wore a suit, he would always put on a necktie neatly. There was no crease

over his outfit. Even his actions expressed sophisticated grace. Olivia looked at Logan again, who

seemed to not wear suits that often. The top two buttons were left unbuttoned, and his shirt wasn't

tucked into his pants. The hem of his shirt was peeping out of his coat. In addition to the mask, there was a tinge of

untrammeled character to the casual air around him. Slowly, Olivia placed her hand on his. His hand was covered with calluses, hence the rough skin. It was the same as Ethan's. That was why she thought she could see that man again for a fleeting second when he tightened his

hand around hers. Once the door was opened, the sea breeze pulled her senses back. Olivia recalled the articles she read about Ethan yesterday. The media reported that he was helping out victims in Vuckburg.He had established a factory there to

build a new industry. That fit his identity as a businessman more. Indulging in charitable works was merely a facade. It was a

trick to gain profit. Considering how stagnant the local economy was, the rich people were thinking of a way to turn other

places into their territories. Undeveloped countries were poor, but they were valuable. Olivia pulled her senses back and stood next to Ethan. A few men and women were heading toward them, reeking of alcohol. One of the men pinned a woman against the railing and began kissing her without a care in the world. Olivia could even hear the smooches when she walked past them. It was such a passionate kiss. She dared not watch them for another second longer.

When the others looked at her, Ethan wrapped his arm around her waist to assert dominance. She paced up. Instead of the people kissing, she was the one feeling awkward. After the two left, Flora Colt walked out of that group of people. She casually leaned against a man while repeatedly tossing an apple in her hand. However, her gaze

remained locked on the two departing figures.