Even After Death novel (Olivia and Ethan) novel Chapter 919

Chapter 919

Ethan’s wronged tone prompted Olivia to lift her head. He looked like an abandoned puppy with those

teary eyes.

Was that the Ethan she knew? Or could it be that his body was possessed by a puppy’s soul?

She responded wryly, “How can I help you?”

He tapped on her palm, and her face turned beet red.

She refused profusely, “No. I refuse. Don’t even think about it.”

“You don’t move. I’ll do it. How’s that?”

Olivia’s eyes widened at that, as she hadn’t expected to hear that from Ethan.

“Don’t worry, Liv. I won’t touch you. This will do.”

She was wearing silk pajamas. The thin fabric rendered the sensation as raw as it could be.

He panted right next to her ear, and she felt so embarrassed about it.

Covering her eyes with the back of her hands, Olivia scolded, “You’re mean, Ethan Miller!”

He hummed in response. “I am mean, so what? A mean person like me loves you and will love you for the

rest of his life.”

Her heart raced. “Cut it out, you jerk!”

Ethan’s panting became heavier. “Liv, I love you. My life is yours.”

Feeling the friction between her legs, she simply wished she could bury herself in a hole.

“Enough?”

“How is this enough? This is you we’re talking about, Liv.” He turned his head and kissed her.

Half an hour later, Olivia supported Ethan out of the bathroom.

Her steps were wobbly, and her forehead was covered with a sheen of sweat. Even her back was

drenched.

Meanwhile, he was all freshened up after a shower.

Still she couldn’t ignore the weird sensation between her legs.

The deed was already done, but her cheeks were still burning.

She thought. “That jerk! Oh, well. There are only four days left anyway.”

The thought of her plan quelled the frustration in her. After all, it wasn’t even sex.

Ethan stared at her back until her breathing slowly became stable. Carefully, he approached her to carry

her.

The possibility of his wounds rupturing didn’t bother him at all. He didn’t want her to sleep on the couch.

She opened her eyes groggily at that. She looked at him, alarmed. “What are you trying to do again?”

It was as though Ethan was a thief.

Helplessness seeped into him. “It’s uncomfortable sleeping on the couch. You take the bed. I’ll take the

couch.”