Chapter 22


    Why did things have to turn out like that? Olivia wanted to return to the carefree life she had two years


    ago.


    “I’m here. I’m here,” he repeated tirelessly.


    Olivia knew that his tenderness would onlyst a fleeting moment, and she should keep a distance


    from him. Yet, she couldn’t help wanting to hold onto that tiny, remaining shred of his warmth.


    She wondered how good everything would be if he were still himself.


    When Ethan woke up at dawn, he felt someone in his arms before even opening his eyes. Despite all


    the alcohol he hadst night, he figured that nothing would happen to him. His alcohol tolerance was


    high and he had great self–control.


    He didn’t dare to open his eyes. He had a splitting headache and no recollection of what had happened


    the night before. It was only after mentally preparing himself that he gave in and opened his eyes.


    Upon seeing Olivia in his arms, he sighed with relief. However, upon recalling their current situation, he


    had the urge to shove her off of him. Just as he was about to withdraw his arm, his gaze suddenly fell


    on Olivia’s face, and he stopped. When was thest time he had quietly looked at her like that?


    All of their recent exchanges had been filled with tension.


    Without any makeup on, her fair, snowy skin glowed. She was a little too pale. She could even be


    described as deathly pale.


    Olivia slept on his arm with her body curled up in a ball, defensively. In the past, her limbs would be


    entangled with his.


    A self–deprecating smile appeared on Ethan’s lips as her bodynguage indicated that she no longer


    trusted him. At the thought of that, an inexplicable me of anger ignited within Ethan and he forcefully


    yanked his arm away.


    Olivia hurriedly opened her eyes. She was confused as she took her surroundings in. Her gaze was


    innocent and beautiful, like that of a kitten.


    The moment her gaze fell on Ethan’s face, however, her expression shifted.


    “You got drunk and you had your hands all over me,” she used.


    Just like that, the beautiful moment they shared embracing each other was gone.


    With a stern expression, Ethan replied, “I know. Had I been sober, I wouldn’t have even touched you.”


    To escape the awkward situation, Ethan took his clothes and headed to the bathroom, while Olivia


    quickly tidied up the hair scattered all over the bed after he closed the door.


    Ethan buttoned his shirt furiously, as he regretted exining why he had held her while she was


    sleeping. They were still husband and wife, so it should not have even been an issue.


    After thinking it over, he realized that he could have handled the situation better. When he was about to


    throw his old shirt into theundry basket, he felt strands of hair along his arm.


    If it were just a single strand of hair, he wouldn’t have paid much attention to it. But scattered all over


    his arm were at least 20 strands of hair based on his rough estimation.


    When Olivia still had long hair, she oftenined about her hair loss, trying various shampoos but


    seeing no results. She even joked that she would be bald one day.


    At that time, mischievous as she was, she jumped on his back and teased, “If I be bald, would


    you ever consider bing a monk?”


    Ethan’s eyes flickered. Was her hair loss really that severe?


    “I didn’t lie to you. I’m just sick…” she had said.


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    Thinking of her pale face and her recent, tearful exnation, Ethan abruptly opened the door and


    stormed toward the bed.