Even After Death Novel (Olivia)

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 a few 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 one foot to the other.

Olivia tried to overcome the discomfort and awkwardness she felt under his gaze. Softly, she said, “I want 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. She knew 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 the slight difference in the way Ethan treated her

who wouldn’t want to ask Mr. Miller for help. Young

ushered Olivia to stand beside Ethan as the latter leaned in his seat, looking as lackadaisical

in the past two years, he’d used to be more polite and had more self-

buttons were unbuttoned. The dim light emphasized his already prominent facial features, making him appear

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

cigarette. Since she and Ethan were not

around him.

his face. As he lowered his

recall that you once said you’d rather jump from the seventh floor of a building than come to me for help,”

was like a humiliating slap. She hadn’t expected her father to get caught up in something like this and hence need Ethan’s help. Still, she wasn’t in the mood to guess what he thought of her, so she simply

a magnanimous man, Mr. Miller. I’m sure you wouldn’t be mad at something

gears in Jason’s mind started

seemed to be the only exception. Although she was dressed a little too modestly, she

rapped his fingers on the table. “This is

of this was enough to make her pass out, yet he wanted her

are you going to come up with this time? That you’re feeling uncomfortable or that you’re sick to the point of

as day. He knew that she had a low alcohol tolerance, but he enjoyed making things tough

touching alcohol.