Chapter 84
Even After Death
Someone handed her a warm glass of milk. âIf you canât drink, then donât. Alcohol is bad for your health
anyway. Here, have a glass of milk instead. Youâll feel better after having It.â
Bryanâs voice was soft and gentle, similar to how a brother would speak to his younger sibling. He
knew who she was and was really kind to her.
Olivia smiled at him gratefully, but before she could thank him, Ethan cut in, reminding her, âYou have
two glasses left.â His voice was as cold as his gaze.
Bryan furrowed his brows at Ethan. He knew how much Olivia meant to Ethan, and if the latter took
things too far, not only would his actions hurt Olivia, but he would make himself miserable too.
âFine.â
Olivia didnât hesitate as she reached for the second glass of whiskey. The look on her face said that
there was no turning back, and she finished the drink in one go. Her stomach felt like it had been
punctured by thousands of blades.
Having drunk too much alcohol too quickly, Olivia couldnât help but feel like the world was spinning
around her. All of a sudden, she collapsed.
She thought that sheâd crash onto the table. Sheâd never expected someoneâs arms to pick her up
instead.
Ethan held her in his arms and left the room in a hurry. Olivia was already in a daze as she mumbled to
him, âWhiskey ⦠One more leftâ¦â
Ethan tossed her into the backseat of the car. His eyes burned with rage as he looked at her. âJust
what are you trying to do? Havenât you fooled around enough?â
Olivia thought she saw stars when she fell heavily onto the seat. She didnât care about anything at this
point.
In a kneeling position, she reached out to Ethan and tugged at his sleeves like a pouting child. She said
sluggishly, âI must find Leo. Heâll perform the craniotomy for my dad. Iâll pay back what my dad owes
you.â
Ethan lowered his gaze to Olivia and noticed a blush had crept across her previously pale face. She
was trying her best to stay conscious despite being drunk.
âYou can kill me, beat me, or do anything you want to me. Iâll pay you back. Just let my dad go. Heâs my
only family. Pleaseâ¦â
she mumbled.
Ethan smirked at her in contempt. âYou? Paying me back? What else do you have besides your life?â
Loosening her grip on him, Olivia stared at him, completely helpless. âWhat exactly do you want me to
do to make you satisfied?â
âNo matter what you do, my sisterâs already dead. I donât want you to die, but I wonât let you live a
happy life either. Iâll only feel like life is worth living when I see you wallowing in misery. Am I clear?â
âYouâre so cruelâ¦â Tears streamed down her cheeks, making her look pitiful.
The sight of her in such a state made him feel slightly sorry for her. Much to his surprise, he couldnât
feel any hint of joy when
he saw her tears.
Annoyed, he loosened his tie and stretched an arm around her, forcefully pulling her into his embrace.
She was already in a daze, but the impact as she crashed into his sturdy chest made her even dizzier.
Just as she started to speak again, she noticed Ethanâs piercing eyes looking into hers.
Without any warning, he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, snuffing out any sound sheâd been
about to make. He pressed on, letting his tongue explore and dominate every inch of her mouth.
He was overcome with restlessness. Heâd thought that he didnât want to see her happy and yearned to
let her burn in hell, and yet when he saw how she was struggling in torment, he realized that he wasnât
even the slightest bit happy.
ed her a warm glass of milk. âIf you canât drink, then donât. Alcohol is bad for your health anyway. Here,
have a glass of milk instead. Youâll feel better after having it.â
Bryanâs voice was soft and gentle, similar to how a brother would speak to his younger sibling. He
knew who she was and was really kind to her.
Olivia smiled at him gratefully, but before she could thank him, Ethan cut in, reminding her, âYou have
two glasses left.â His voice was as cold as his gaze.
Bryan furrowed his brows at Ethan. He knew how much Olivia meant to Ethan, and if the latter took
things too far, not only would his actions hurt Olivia, but he would make himself miserable too.
âFine.â
Olivia didnât hesitate as she reached for the second glass of whiskey. The look on her face said that
there was no turning back, and she finished the drink in one go. Her stomach felt like it had been
punctured by thousands of blades.
Having drunk too much alcohol too quickly, Olivia couldnât help but feel like the world was spinning
around her. All of a sudden, she collapsed.
She thought that sheâd crash onto the table. Sheâd never expected someoneâs arms to pick her up
instead.
Ethan held her in his arms and left the room in a hurry. Olivia was already in a daze as she mumbled to
him, âWhiskey⦠One more leftâ¦â
Ethan tossed her into the backseat of the car. His eyes burned with rage as he looked at her. âJust
what are you trying to do? Havenât you fooled around enough?â
Olivia thought she saw stars when she fell heavily onto the seat. She didnât care about anything at this
point.
In a kneeling position, she reached out to Ethan and tugged at his sleeves like a pouting child. She said
sluggishly, âI must find Leo. Heâll perform the craniotomy for my dad. Iâll pay back what my dad owes
you.â
Ethan lowered his gaze to Olivia and noticed a blush had crept across her previously pale face. She
was trying her best to stay conscious despite being drunk.
âYou can kill me, beat me, or do anything you want to me. Iâll pay you back. Just let my dad go. Heâs my
only family. Pleaseâ¦â
she mumbled.
Ethan smirked at her in contempt. âYou? Paying me back? What else do you have besides your life?â
Loosening her grip on him, Olivia stared at him, completely helpless. âWhat exactly do you want me to
do to make you satisfied?â
âNo matter what you do, my sisterâs already dead. I donât want you to die, but I wonât let you live a
happy life either. Iâll only feel like life is worth living when I see you wallowing in misery. Am I clear?â
âYouâre so cruelâ¦â Tears streamed down her cheeks, making her look pitiful.
The sight of her in such a state made him feel slightly sorry for her. Much to his surprise, he couldnât
feel any hint of joy when
he saw her tears.
Annoyed, he loosened his tie and stretched an arm around her, forcefully pulling her into his embrace.
She was already in a daze, but the impact as she crashed into his sturdy chest made her even dizzler.
Just as she started to speak again, she noticed Ethanâs piercing eyes looking into hers.
Without any warning, he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, snuffing out any sound sheâd been
about to make. He pressed on, letting his tongue explore and dominate every inch of her mouth.
He was overcome with restlessness. Heâd thought that he didnât want to see her happy and yearned to
let her burn in hell, and yet when he saw how she was struggling in torment, he realized that he wasnât
even the slightest bit happy.
All he felt was a cold hand close around his heart, strangling and suffocating him.
As his lips touched hers, he caught her familiar scent. Only then did he manage to calm down. Both of
them were like a tangled mess. The more she struggled against him, the tighter his grip on her
became.
His hands moved swiftly to pull down the zip of her down jacket, but Olivia realized what he was doing
and pushed her hands. on his chest. âNo!â She yelped, unwillingness written all over her face, but it
only made Ethan more angry.
He stared into her eyes and repeated the words sheâd said not long ago: âYou said I could do anything I
wanted to you.â