Olivia raised her gaze to meet eyes with Ethan, who was standing by the door.

He hadn't changed into his pajamas before sleeping, so his shirt was crumpled with some undone buttons.

He leaned against the door frame lazily. His disheveled hair didn't stop him from looking handsome as always.

Olivia was feeling guilty. She wasn't able to completely cut ties with Ethan.

In addition to his unappeased anger during the day, she thought of the people from the island and was scared.

"I-I couldn't sleep," she explained anxiously while he slowly came up to her.

She was sitting on the floor, and the light cast his shadow over her.

Judging from his clear eyes, he appeared to be sober.

His dark eyes carried zero emotions, so she couldn't read his mood.

Olivia hastily placed the documents into the safe while stammering on her words. "I was s-simply looking around."

He held her wrist tightly.

Her chest tightened, and her instincts prompted her to beg for mercy. "I was wrong. I shouldn't h