Chapter 175


    The ashtray was heavy. It was difficult for Olivia to hold it with one hand.


    She wondered if the blood would stter on her face if she flung it at Ethan.


    Her unconscious thoughts scared even herself, too.


    At that moment, Ethan looked back at her. They met each other’s eyes.


    Before he could say anything, she asked, “Why did you smoke so much?”


    When he noticed the ashtray in her hand, the first thing that came to his mind was that Olivia was going


    to murder him with it.


    But her question nipped his suspicion.


    Ethan was wearing an indifferent expression. “Does that have anything to do with you?”


    His voice was full of disdain. She set the ashtray down. Next time, she’ll use something sharp to finish


    him off.


    Suppressing her displeasure, Olivia tugged at the hem of his sleeve. “I… crossed the line this morning.


    I’m sorry.”


    Ethan stared at her face, which appeared paler under the light. She came without makeup.


    Although she was pretty, she didn’t look lively.


    It still softened a part of his heart all the same.


    Ethan could never handle it when Olivia acted cute while tugging his shirt.


    Whenever she acted that way, he could even pluck a star from the sky if she wanted him to.


    “Where’s dinner?” He questioned, finally rxing the mood.


    “Here.” She dly went along with it and pushed the meal box in front of him.


    There was fried chicken,sagna, sd, and fruit. The cherry tomatoes in the sd were arranged into


    a heart shape.


    It was simple, yet it catered to his liking.


    Ethan, who hadn’t been able to have the food she made, stared at the heart–shaped sd for a while.


    Memories of her first cooking experience crossed his mind. She was clumsy but serious about


    preparing him a lunch box.


    That day, Olivia ended up with a few blisters on her hands.


    Yet, she presented the nicely ted dish to him with a grin. “Here. I made it. Even if it’s not tasty, you


    gotta finish it.”


    At that time, there was always a smile stered on her face.


    Unlike before, she lost self–confidence whenever she stood next to him. Her actions were careful and


    timid.


    Noticing Ethan’s silence, Olivia prompted gingerly. “These lunch boxes are insted. The food isn’t


    cold. Give them a try.”


    She handed him the cutleries.


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    The familiar taste melted in his mouth, walking him down memoryne.


    “I–Is it delicious?” she asked nervously.


    He was utterly speechless. Since when did she be so timid around him?


    “Weren’t you all fired up this morning?” He raised his gaze to look at her.


    She pursed her lips. “Sorry. I lost control of my emotions.”


    “Have you eaten?”


    She lowered her gaze. “I haven’t. I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able toe in time before the food


    got cold.”


    In actuality, she had eaten her fill at home.


    He pulled Olivia onto hisp. “Let’s eat together.”


    She pretended to be flustered. “But-”


    Ethan fed her a spoonful of meat.


    “It’s too big of a bite,” she grumbled and pouted.


    He then gave her a smaller bite of chicken. “Here.”


    “Okay.” She ate it obediently, hoping that she wouldn’t burp.


    As soon as she wished for that, a burp surged to her throat and escaped her lips.