Chapter 22
Why did things have to turn out like that? Olivia wanted to return to the carefree life she had two years ago.
“I’m here. I’m here,” he repeated tirelessly.
Olivia knew that his tenderness would only last a fleeting moment, and she should keep a distance from him. Yet, she couldn’t help wanting to hold onto that tiny, remaining shred of his warmth.
She wondered how good everything would be if he were still himself.
When Ethan woke up at dawn, he felt someone in his arms before even opening his eyes. Despite all the alcohol he had last night, he figured that nothing would happen to him. His alcohol tolerance was high and he had great self–control.
his eyes. He had a splitting headache and no recollection of what had happened the night before. It was
had the urge to shove her off of him. Just as he was about to withdraw his arm, his gaze suddenly fell on Olivia’s face,
of their recent exchanges
She was a little too pale.
body curled up in a ball, defensively. In the past, her limbs would be
longer trusted him. At the thought of that,
her surroundings in. Her gaze
on
you had your hands
they shared embracing
know. Had I been sober, I wouldn’t
awkward situation, Ethan took his clothes and headed to the bathroom, while Olivia quickly tidied up the hair
he had held her while she was sleeping. They were still husband
he could have handled the situation better. When he was about to throw his old shirt into the laundry basket, he felt strands of hair along his