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

to ask Mr. Miller for help. Young lady, is this the attitude you should have when you’re asking someone for help? Hurry

to stand beside Ethan as the latter leaned

two years, he’d used to be more polite and had more self- restraint. He’d never smoked in front of

open, and the top two buttons were unbuttoned. The dim light emphasized his already prominent facial features,

deep eyes, which seemed to be judging her. She couldn’t care less what he thought of her

the cigarette. Since she and Ethan were not of equal standing,

around him.

lighter cast a flickering glow on his face. As he lowered his

recall that you once said you’d rather jump from the seventh floor of a building than

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

a magnanimous man, Mr. Miller. I’m

Jason’s mind

woman close to him, but this woman seemed to be the only exception. Although she was dressed a little too modestly, she had a pretty face, which could suit

of whiskey for Olivia and rapped his fingers

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

hand under his chin and said nonchalantly, “What excuse are you going to come up with this

had a low alcohol tolerance, but he enjoyed making things tough for her. Perhaps

clench when she recalled the times he’d forbidden her from touching alcohol. Things were different for them now. Ethan sat there