Female Novel
Chatper 1283
Chapter 1283
It rained heavily throughout the night.
The sky was just beginning to turn bright when Ethan glanced at the woman who was sound asleep in
his arms.
He gently pulled the blanket away. Under the blanket, the woman's bare body was filled with marks he
had left on her.
When Ethan moved, Olivia woke up as well. She covered her chest with the blanket as she gazed atnovelbin
the man smoking in the yard. There was a lonely air about him.
Grabbing a bathrobe, she put it on before walking barefoot toward Ethan. She wrapped her arms
around his neck from behind.
"What's the matter?"
Ethan immediately put out his cigarette. Then, he pulled her into his arms and hugged her, mumbling,
"Liv..."
He had finally experienced for himself how Olivia felt in the past.
He was constantly wrought with worry, and he felt as if the person in front of him might disappear at
any moment.
His fingers traced downward from her eyebrows. He seemed intent on carving her face into the depths
of his mind forever.
"Are you really Liv?" Ethan's gaze was a little lost. "I'm hugging you right now, but you don't feel real at
all."
Olivia guided his fingers, placing them on her chest so that he could feel her heartbeats. "Is this still not
real enough?"
When Ethan looked at her, his gaze was akin to a foggy mountain in the rain. He had a faint sadness to
him.
Olivia had known Ethan for many years, but she had never seen him like this.
"Ethan, what exactly happened to you?"
Ethan gazed at her meaningfully. In the end, he didn't say anything. He just let out a soft sigh.
"Do you want to go back to sleep? If you're hungry, I'll ask Brent to deliver breakfast." "Do you have
anything scheduled for today? When are we going back?" Now, Olivia just wanted to leave as soon as
possible.
She knew that Wayne must have set up an extensive trap outside. So, she wouldn't be so foolish that
she would try to make sure whether Undecim had died or not.
She didn't have too much to do with him, anyway. They just partnered up twice, and they weren't even
friends.
Their mission had failed this time, so she only wanted to go home as soon as possible.
It was only then that she could feel more grounded.
"There's a meeting between the five countries for the whole day. Then, I'll come back at night to have
dinner with you. We'll go back tomorrow morning."
Ethan told Olivia the schedule clearly, but a faint sorrow still lingered in his eyes.
Olivia smiled at him. "I'll prepare your outfit for you, alright?" "... Sure."
As always, Olivia picked out his clothes for him and styled his hair. After that, she deftly tied his tie for
him.
Brent had also prepared for Olivia a white handmade dress of heavy work.
It looked simple, but a closer look revealed the complicated patterns on the dress, which were purely
embroidered by human hands.
The dress took three months to make.
Olivia wore a pair of medium-high heels to go with the dress. She also wore a pearl necklace on her
neck.
She had applied light makeup on her face. After her night with Ethan, she looked even more charming
than a flower.
Remembering Ethan's habit in the past, Olivia subconsciously drew boundaries with him.
"You guys should go first. Later on, ask Kelvin to-"
Ethan was standing at the staircase as he extended a hand to her.
"Liv, from today onward, be it filled with thorns or flowers, we'll walk any path together."
Olivia met his cold yet serious gaze. In the past, her greatest wish was to boldly stay by his side.
She didn't expect her wish to be fulfilled after their divorce.
She hesitated for a moment. In the end, she placed her fingers on Ethan's palm.
As they held hands, he gently closed his fingers around her smaller hand.
She angled her body to sneak a glance at Ethan, but he caught her in the act. She hastily looked away.
"I'm your man, so you can look at me all you like. Why are you hiding?"
With that, he pulled her into his embrace. He then wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her.
A breeze blew past, scattering cherry blossom petals on them.
Olivia felt a little embarrassed. Reaching out, she hit him lightly. "Mind your image."
As soon as she looked up, she saw the cold face of Wayne, who was walking toward them.