Chapter 163
Even After Death
When Olivia passed by Tom and Jerry, they looked at her with heavy hearts.
She smiled at them in an attempt to comfort them.
Jack didnât say anything. He watched her board the helicopter silently because he knew that now
wasnât the time.
In order not to cause trouble to the people on the island, Ethan mustnât die here.
However, once he was away from the islandâ¦
A malicious glint fleeted across Jackâs eyes when Ethan happened to look back at him as if he sensed
the danger.
They met each otherâs eyes. The two strong men stared at each other for a second.
Both of them were aware that today wasnât the end.
Olivia wasnât able to bid farewell before leaving the island.
She looked at the huge cherry blossom tree and the small wooden house.
Martha was standing in front of her house, sending her off. The kids and the neighbors were watching
her too.
Olivia didnât realize when Jack left. With his back facing her, he advanced deeper into the woods like a
lone wolf.
âGoodbye, everyone,â she closed her eyes and thought. It was a pity that she couldnât watch the cherry
blossoms bloom.
Since Ethan had caused a commotion only to bring her home, everyone definitely knew about it.
Thus, her plans had gone out of the window.
âWhatâs wrong? You hate to leave the island?â His low voice rang in her ears.
Olivia had to be very careful with her words. The last thing she wished for was to anger him because of
a slip of the tongue.
She shook her head, not knowing how to respond to that.
Telling him the truth would make him angry. On the other hand, he would see through her if she lied.
Her fear of Ethan made her blood surge. She didnât know what was the right response.
It seemed like Ethan was aware of that.
She would flinch when he leaned closer toward her. Like a frightened cat, she watched him with alert
eyes.
He pulled the jumpy Olivia into his arms. She didnât dare to defy his actions.
Therefore, she nestled against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.
She shrunk herself as she couldnât read his mind. She wasnât sure how he would torture her the next
moment.
The helicopter landed at the apron in Miller residence.
Olivia was on tenterhooks. Even her legs were wobbling when she alighted from the helicopter.
Ethan was looking at her. She was like a stray cat that had grown cautious of humans after getting
tortured.
His gaze alone was enough to fetter her with fear.
Ethan clearly wasnât doing anything. Yet, her body shuddered when he glanced at her.
Olivia was finally back, but she was more timid and sensitive than before.
She would read his expression carefully and watch her words.
Her attitude evoked frustration in him.
She stared at his back, sensing his anger. She didnât know why he was livid because she neither did
nor said anything.
Olivia secretly caressed the pocket that contained the gun, hoping that she wouldnât have to use it one
day.
As soon as they entered the house, Madam Burgess took Connor elsewhere to play.
Olivia followed Ethan upstairs. The moment she entered a room, the door was closed.
The lights werenât turned on. A ray of sunlight passed through the opening from the drawn curtains.
She could see the dust dancing under the glow of light, as well as Ethanâs gulping throat.
Darkness shrouded his face, so she couldnât read his expression.
On the other hand, the sunlight was cast upon her lips and neck.
He caressed her lips, transferring the warmth from his coarse fingertip.
She didnât know what kind of trick he had in mind.
Right when she was going to say something, his finger traced downward to her delicate collarbones.
Ethanâs breathing became heavier. She couldnât guess what he was up to at all.
When she was going to say something, he finally moved.
He bent over, exposing his face to the sun for a brief second before he kissed her.