Olivia knew who it was without taking a look at the man.

Ethan was wearing a suit that perfectly outlined his built figure. The glint in his eyes was dangerous, as always.

She could recognize him through his sharp jaw alone, too.

His cedar scent wafted her nose, creating an intimate atmosphere in the back seat.

She stifled the urge to shove him away for her big plans.

She broke the silence first. "Where have you been?"

Now that she had gotten over him, she showed no interest in his life.