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

them, he said, “There’s no one in this world who wouldn’t want to ask Mr. Miller for help. Young lady, is this the

latter leaned in his seat, looking as

he’d used to be more polite and had more

was open, and the top two buttons were unbuttoned. The dim light emphasized his already prominent facial features, making him appear all the

lighter, she met 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

to light the cigarette. Since she and Ethan were not of equal standing, she was forced

around him.

light from the flame of the lighter cast a flickering glow on his face. As he lowered his eyes, a hint of a smile hung at the corner of his lips for some

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

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

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

in Jason’s

be the only exception. Although she was dressed a little

of whiskey for Olivia and rapped his fingers on the table. “This

her brows. Half a glass of this was enough to make her pass

at Ethan, who then propped a hand under his chin and said nonchalantly, “What excuse are you going to come up with this time? That you’re feeling uncomfortable

she had a low alcohol tolerance,

she recalled the times he’d forbidden her from touching alcohol. Things were