Ethan returned home after dealing with the Carlton family. He initially thought Olivia would wait for him in the living room like before.

No matter how late he returned home, she would always sleep on the couch in the living room.

She always made sure the lights were turned on when he returned.

However, the house was shrouded by darkness when he opened the door. She wasn't on the couch either.

Ethan was tipsy.

Before this, Olivia would welcome him home. She would grumble while looking for hangover pills for him.

She was naggy, but he loved it.

Unlike before, he felt cold although the heater was turned on.

He opened the bedroom door. Thanks to the lightning from the hallway, he could see the bump on the bed.

Olivia fell asleep a moment ago.

Ethan pulled her into his embrace. The air that reeked of alcohol woke her up.

"You drank?"

Hearing her groggy voice, he grumbled, "Olivia, you've changed."

It didn't make sense to her. "Are you kidding me? You're the one who had a chan