That night, Olivia lay in Ethan's arms. There was a storm outside, and the hull swayed from time to time.

For some reason, Olivia slept soundly.

Before this, she couldn't sleep for the longest time. Even if she did fall asleep, her sleep was restless.

Even in her dreams, she was scared that she would be kidnapped again.

If it happened again, she would've died for sure.

In her dreams, Olivia kept mumbling, "Who exactly are you? Why are you trying to kill me?"

"Ah!"

Ethan held her tightly. In a tender voice, he spoke comfortingly in her ear.

"Don't be afraid, Liv. I'm here."

Slowly, Olivia's emotions were soothed. But Ethan didn't feel like sleeping at all.

Under the dim lights, he gazed at the contours of Olivia's thin face. He touched her slender hands.

He couldn't help but recall what Olivia looked like in the past. She used to be such a cheerful woman.

When she got married to him, there was still some baby fat on her face. She looked a little childish and innocent back