Female Novel
Chapter 1061
Stepping on the gas pedal, Olivia headed out.
Ethan glanced at the license plate number.
Back then, he had given Olivia lots of houses and cars.novelbin
But this sports car wasn't under his name.
Olivia rarely drove in the past.
Even if she did drive, she only preferred low-profile cars.
She had changed a lot in the past few years.
Ethan wondered who she was going to meet today.
He sighed.
If he knew this was going to happen, he wouldn't have agreed to it so easily.
"Mr. Miller, everyone is waiting for you.
You should set out now." Brent's voice rang out behind him.
Ethan almost forgot that he had a bunch of problems to solve.
He wiped the lipstick smear away from his lips.
When he turned around, he had returned to normal.
"Let's go." Olivia parked the car beforehand.
Then, she lowered her sunglasses and took out the face foundation from her bag, fixing her makeup.
As she gazed at her perfect reflection in the mirror, her lips curved.
She was innocent and captivating enough.
Touching the bracelet on her wrist, Olivia muttered, "I've kept you waiting long enough, Mona.
He'll come down soon." In the café, a beautiful piano piece was floating in the air.
There weren't many people around at that hour.
This was the most refined café in the city center.
It had panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, which were perfect for admiring the snow.
Hence, many couples would come here to take pictures, and it was a popular pick for blind dates.
It was a snowy winter day, so if one were to sit in a warm café and watch the snowy view of the churchopposite, it would be quite a beautiful sight to behold.
In a spot near the window, a man was flipping through a Wesnorian magazine.
From time to time, he would lift his hand to glance at his watch.
His phone vibrated.
It was a message from the person he was waiting for.
The person said that they were in a traffic jam, so they might be late.
He typed out a reply with his slender fingers, "It's okay, I'll wait for you." Sometime later, when theperson said that they would be arriving in three minutes, the man froze halfway through his action of
flipping the page.
He felt a little nervous in his heart.
They had chatted for two years, and he considered the person his kindred spirit.
He didn't know who the person was, nor did the other person know his identity.
He only knew that the other person was constantly traveling around the world and that they onlyreturned to Arlandia recently.
He wanted to pick them up at the airport, but they declined the offer politely.
They also agreed to meet up with him today.
Judging by the things they posted, the other person seemed to be a woman.
She would post pictures of the setting sun, vast grasslands, and fields of flowers.
They were beautiful, but they also exuded a sense of loneliness.
He had tried to guess her age before, but she sounded like a mature woman at times and a childish girlat other times.
He couldn't quite figure her out.
He could finally get to the bottom of this mystery today.
He felt a little nervous to be meeting his online friend for the first time.
It was probably because he had never encountered someone who got along so well with him before.
As the bells at the door chimed, he looked at the entrance nervously.
An intimate couple walked in.
The nervousness the man felt turned into disappointment.
He couldn't figure out what he was feeling right now.
He looked forward to their meeting, but he also felt afraid.
It felt very unnatural as if he had walked from the shadows into the sun.
When he lowered his head, someone knocked on the table.
He saw a pair of exquisite white high heels made from sheepskin.
They looked delicate and elegant.
He could see that the woman came from a noble background.
She couldn't be a commoner.
Her straight and slender legs were covered by a white umbrella skirt.
Further up was the woman's slender waist.
A large pearl necklace hung from her elegant neck.
Her pink lips smiled faintly at him.
“Hello, are you Mr. Varren?" The man looked up to see the pair of smiling eyes.
Her charming face entered his line of sight.
The man's expression shifted.
Why was she here?