Even After Death by Lilting Champ

Chapter 85
Ethan’s words were harsh, but Olivia was left with no other cholce. She removed her hands from his chest, and his hands moved
to her clothes.
However, when he took her jacket off, he realized that she was wearing a sweater and another layer of thermal clothing under
1. it.
Ethan furrowed his brows in confusion. “Are you an old lady? Why are you wearing so many layers of clothes?”
Blushing, Olivia bit her lip and replied, “I’m afraid of the cold.”
Suddenly, Ethan realized that she must be extremely thin to look fit even under so many layers of clothes. As his palm rested on
the small of her back, he could feel her spine.
It was as if there was no flesh to separate her skin from her bones, and he wondered how she became so thin. The lustful
thoughts he’d had just seconds ago vanished, replaced by a sheen of guilt.
Suddenly, Olivia glared at him, as though she’d only just realized what was happening.
In a tone that made it abundantly clear that she wasn’t happy, she questioned, “Aren’t you afraid that Marina will find out about
you doing this to me? Don’t forget that we’re divorced.”
Ethan’s voice returned to its cool, indifferent tone. “It’s none of your business. I agree with your earlier suggestion. From this day
forth, you will pay me back on behalf of your father.”
Quickly, Olivia asked, “About Leo ...”
“I’ll find him.”
Now that Ethan had promised to help her, Olivia could finally heave a sigh of relief. His gaze was dangerously locked on her as
he said, “And you... you have to be on call whenever I need you.”
Olivia was rather surprised to hear him say that.

His fingers brushed lightly over her cheeks as he teased, “I realized something. Whenever I touch you, you look like you’re going
to die. But I still yearn for you...
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His voice trailed off as he stared into her eyes. “So what better way to torture you than this? Am I right?”
Enduring the searing pain in her stomach, Olivia asked him, “Will you regret torturing me like this one day?”
“The only thing I know for sure is that I can only smile when you’re in pain.”
Olivia had never imagined that their relationship would end up like this. She asked Ethan to drive her back to her apartment.
When they reached her place, he asked, “Aren’t you going to invite me upstairs for some coffee?”
It was obvious that he wanted to finish what he’d started in the car. Olivia had no reason to refuse him since Eve wasn’t home
and the apartment was all hers.
After opening the door, she darted into the washroom, not even bothering to switch on the lights or change into her indoor
slippers.
She emptied the contents of her stomach and felt much more relieved and clear–headed now.
Suddenly, she felt an excruciating pain in her stomach and realized that the alcohol had only just started showing its full
effects.
Breaking out in a cold sweat, she curled up on the ground, trying to bear the pain in silence, but it seeped across every inch of
her body, to the point that even simply breathing felt agonizing.
Her head thumped, and she wandered in and out of consciousness, wondering if she was going to die soon. She bit her lip to
stop herself from making any sound.
Ethan waited outside the washroom for a long time, but Olivia made no move to come out. In the end, he knocked on the door
and asked, “Olivia, are you okay?”
“I’m... fine.” She forced the words from her mouth. “Give me a minute. I’ll come out after cleaning up.”

Never in his wildest dreams would Ethan have suspected that she was terminally ill. After all, she’d just had a checkup a few
days ago. He walked away, thinking that she was simply embarrassed to face him.
Behind the door, Olivia was curled up in a corner with her arms pressed against her stomach as if to numb the pain.
Now, even the slightest movement caused her immense pain, making her regret her rash decision to down those two glasses of
whiskey just now.