Everly lost her smile the moment Olivia's name was brought up.

"Your imagination sure is wild, Mr. Miller. Why not become a scriptwriter?"

Ethan said, "I heard that you ate two plates of lasagna and a regular pizza for dinner last night."

"Can't I have a feast to get the energy I need to work overtime?"

"Before this, you were living like a lifeless zombie. You couldn't even finish half of your meals. Oh, you bought a new dress yesterday, too."

She wanted to rebut, but he kept staring at her as though he had seen through her.

Ethan prompted, "Tell me. Where did you meet Liv?"

He was not testing Everly. His tone expressed certainty.

She slammed the table and rose from her seat in a fit of fury.

"Are you crazy? Why do you take note of what I eat every day so clearly?

"Are you going to take note of when my period is or when I have constipation too?"

He sighed, and she was taken aback by that. She thought, "This man actually sighed!"

"Everly, you know everything that happened