Olivia was stunned. Even when they were back on the cruise ship, Ethan hadn't kissed her so deeply. Just as she realized something was wrong, she was already trapped and couldn't break free.

Ethan's limbs were wrapped around her like thick vines, giving her no time to catch her breath. Ethan might have held back when he was conscious due to his guilt. Now that he was not in his right mind, he was acting on instinct.

Olivia tried to struggle but to no avail.

Ethan felt grounded when he could smell her scent.

"Wake up, Ethan. Do you have any idea what you're doing?"

Ethan held her hands above her head, effortlessly defusing her attacks. There was a lot of sweat on his forehead. He said hoarsely, "Liv, I've never been so sure of what I'm doing. I told you, we'll have kids of our own."

Kids …

Oliva didn't understand why Ethan was so hung up on the subject. She just wanted to get away.

"Let me go, Ethan. Don't make me hate you."

"If hate can become the bond that binds us, then