Female Novel
Chapter 83
Chapter 83
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Ethan’s impression was still the same as the last time, when she’d thrown a pot of porridge at him afew days ago. She’d been furious and crazy, and she’d looked just like an angry cat.
Now, sfie was the exact opposite of that. Standing with her head bowed, she anxiously shifted from onefoot to the other.
Olivia tried to overcome the discomfort and awkwardness she felt under his gaze. Softly, she said, “Iwant to ask you for a
favor.”
A laugh escaped his mouth as he sat with his legs crossed, plucking out a cigarette from a box. Sheknew he was mocking her. ” What do you want now?” He asked.
Jason Yates, a rich youngster, stood not far away from them. Somehow, he was able to discern theslight difference in the way Ethan treated her
As he approached them, he said, “There’s no one in this world who wouldn’t want to ask Mr. Miller forhelp. Young lady, is this the attitude you should have when you’re asking someone for help? Hurry andlight Mr. Miller’s cigarette for him.”
Jason ushered Olivia to stand beside Ethan as the latter leaned in his seat, looking as lackadaisical asever.
Apart from the tit–for–tat exchanges they’d had in the past two years, he’d used to be more polite andhad more self- restraint. He’d never smoked in front of her.
Now, though, his collar was open, and the top two buttons were unbuttoned. The dim light emphasizedhis already prominent facial features, making him appear all the more formidable.
As Olivia busied herself to find a lighter, she met Ethan’s deep eyes, which seemed to be judging her.She couldn’t care less what he thought of her and proceeded to bend over with one knee on the couch.
She leaned forward, ready to light the cigarette. Since she and Ethan were not of equal standing, shewas forced to be humble
around him.
The light from the flame of the lighter cast a flickering glow on his face. As he lowered his eyes, a hintof a smile hung at the corner of his lips for some unknown reason.
“I seem to recall that you once said you’d rather jump from the seventh floor of a building than come tome for help,” he said.
That sentence was like a humiliating slap. She hadn’t expected her father to get caught up insomething like this and hence need Ethan’s help. Still, she wasn’t in the mood to guess what hethought of her, so she simply bent lower toward him.
In a humble voice, she said, “You’re a magnanimous man, Mr. Miller. I’m sure you wouldn’t be mad atsomething so trivial.”
The gears in Jason’s mind started turning.novelbin
Ethan had never let any woman close to him, but this woman seemed to be the only exception.Although she was dressed a little too modestly, she had a pretty face, which could suit Ethan’s taste.
Hurriedly, Jason poured three glasses of whiskey for Olivia and rapped his fingers on the table. “This isthe way things work.”
Olivia furrowed her brows. Half a glass of this was enough to make her pass out, yet he wanted her todown three of them.
She glanced at Ethan, who then propped a hand under his chin and said nonchalantly, “What excuseare you going to come up with this time? That you’re feeling uncomfortable or that you’re sick to thepoint of no return?”
The sneer on his lips was as clear as day. He knew that she had a low alcohol tolerance, but heenjoyed making things tough for her. Perhaps this was him taking revenge on her.
Olivia felt her heart clench when she recalled the times he’d forbidden her from touching alcohol.Things were different for them now. Ethan sat there with his chin tilted slightly upward.
The air of arrogance and prestige he exuded was evident to anyone around him, and it ultimately put awall between them. To him, she had been a puny and powerless wealding from the beginning.
Now that she’d thought things through, Olivia’s mind zeroed in on saving her father. Her life and dignitywere nothing in the face of saving him.
She raised one of the glasses into the air and downed the drink in one long gulp. She didn’t drink oftenand was clueless about the quality of the whiskey. All she knew was that her throat was on fire aftershe finished it.
Pain. Not only did it burn her throat, but it also made her stomach hurt. Her clothes were thick, trappingheat and soaking her
in her own sweat.
Her stomach was torturing her as it churned like a whirlpool inside of her. She pressed one hand on herstomach, then reached for the second glass with the other.