Even After Death Novel (Olivia) novel Chapter 1222

Ethan wrapped Olivia tightly in his embrace, warming her up.

She buried her face in his chest, circling her hands around his waist. "Don't move. Let me hug you."

Solitude had been her sole companion all these years, rain or shine.

Like a bird flying restlessly, she now hoped for a place to take a break.

"Okay." He cooperated meekly, hugging her silently in the shade of stars.

They knew each other long enough for him to know her like the back of his hand.

His deep, masculine voice rang in her ears. "I'm here, Liv."

She listened to his pounding heart and stayed that way for a while.

It wasn't until Olivia started sweating that she released Ethan.

"Feeling better?" he asked.

She was fully recharged. "Much better. I'm hungry. Anything to eat?"

"Hold on." He carried her to the couch.

She didn't switch the lights on. The starlight projector was enough to light up the whole house.

The sound of sizzling came from the kitchen. Soon, Ethan served two plates of steak and took out a bottle of red wine.

Olivia's favorite desserts and mushroom soup were ready.

"How romantic," she praised.

"I knew you would leave the Heath residence today, so I prepared beforehand. You went to Oakland Hospital?"

She nodded. "I can't hide my whereabouts from you, can I? The patients showered you with praises about your foundations and the incentives for expensive medicines.

"You sell the medicines at the lowest price, so people prefer visiting Oakland Hospital. It's cheap, and they can find a lot of specialists here."

Olivia took a bite of the steak. He cooked it just right, and so the tender meat was chewy.

It was her favorite black pepper steak paired with vegetables as a side dish. It was delicious.

Reminiscing the past, she didn't think they had ever had such a romantic dinner in the past.

After the meal, she nestled in Ethan's embrace on the couch, watching an old movie.

The snow danced in the air outside while it was warm inside the house.

It was the ideal life she had once yearned for.

A while later, the naughty hands around her waist sneaked into her pajamas.

His warm palms traced along her smooth skin, earning a moan from her. "What are you doing? Focus on the movie."

"Not the movie, watch me," he whispered in her ear. It was a low and deep sound.