Ethan stopped in his tracks and looked at Olivia silently.

There was only the sound of water splashing from the shower.

As tense as the air was, the grasp around his wrist was tight.

"Don't go," she lied because that was the only thing she could say.

Ethan pinched her chin and commented indifferently, "You're still pleading for him."

Olivia felt like she was talking to a wall. No matter what she said, there was only one thing that mattered to him—that she had betrayed and cheated on him.

"You're the one who betrayed me!" she thought.

Frustration was gnawing at her, but she sighed when she thought about Tom and Jerry.

Standing up in the bathtub, she hugged Ethan without giving a care about her wet body.

The water droplets slowly damped his white shirt, but he didn't push her away.

She wrapped her arms around him carefully. The moment her lips pecked his neck, his body became tense.

"Ethan, I didn't betray you." Her quivering voice was soft. It was teeming with sorrow and grie