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.

He didn't dare to open his eyes. He had a splitting headache and no recollection of what had happened the night before. It was only after mentally preparing himself that he gave in and opened his eyes.

Upon seeing Olivia in his arms, he sighed with relief. However, upon recalling their current situation, he had the urge to shove her off