Even After Death

Chapter 61

Olivia freed herself from Ethan’s grip after Keith left. Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

She replied flatly, “Oh, I’m doing just fine.”

After a few days of rest and recuperation, her complexion looked healthier, a huge contrast to her previous sickly self. He mumbled under his breath, “Right. You’ve always been as fit as a fiddle.”

She secretly snickered at him but did not attempt to add any explanation. Taking his jacket off, she said, “Mr. Miller, don’t worry. I will stick to the terms of our agreement. I shall not remarry.”

Ethan had poured his heart into drafting their divorce agreement. Even though he gave her wealth, he destroyed her future by adding a clause to the agreement. It prohibited her from remarrying.

If she ever did, she would need to pay him ten times the settlement he provided her, which would stand at ten billion.

Still, she signed the agreement without flinching because her days were numbered anyway.

The alcohol in her stomach made her sick. Attacked relentlessly by the sharp pangs of pain, she held it in and attempted to leave. But he held her wrist where Keith had previously grasped.

She grimaced. “Mr. Miller, your fiancée is still waiting for you. Do you really want the guests to find out that I’m your ex–wife?

He ignored her words and growled quietly, “It’s dirty here. You need to clean it.”

Somehow, Ethan felt like the sick one between them. Why did his possessiveness skyrocket after the divorce? He was acting like a psycho.

He dragged her to the elevator. She wanted to argue with him, but the elevator stopped on the fifth floor. A bunch of drunkards staggered in.

Frowning, he took a step back and forced her into a corner. This formed a protective wall that separated her from the drunks. She stared at his back in his pressed suit and the back of his head. His hair was styled immaculately.

He might be a disciplined and meticulous person, but he could also be wild and extreme at times. She feared the contradiction that was him.

At that time, she felt the pain growing in her stomach. Every part of her body was screaming in pain. And she badly wanted to find a space where she could gasp for breath.

But she was stuck in an elevator with four reflective walls. She was also wearing a pair of stilettos and standing right behind her ex–husband. Even doubling over would seem like an admission of defeat.

His broad shoulders were within reach. She had once leaned on his shoulders for comfort, but it was now a place that was out of bounds for her.

She focused on counting the floors in the elevator. After an eternity, she finally reached their destination. The hotel was one of the many properties under the Miller Group, whose business spanned multiple industries.

He stole a glance at her when he keyed in the passcode. It was the same code as his safe–a combination of numbers that was related to her.

Before she could figure out his intention, she felt a force dragging her into the room. He threw the jacket aside and led her into the bathroom.

Holding in the pain, she looked at him. “Mr. Miller, we are divorced. I do not need to fulfill my duty as your trophy wife anymore. I’ll leave now.”

He had pressed on the knob of the shower, and she shivered as the icy water poured all over her

She roared, “Ethan Miller!”

He clasped her face underneath the shower and stared at her. “Liv, didn’t I tell you before not to let any man touch you