Ethan's words were harsh, but Olivia was left with no other choice. She removed her hands from his chest, and his hands moved to her clothes.

However, when he took her jacket off, he realized that she was wearing a sweater and another layer of thermal clothing under it.

Ethan furrowed his brows in confusion. "Are you an old lady? Why are you wearing so many layers of clothes?"

Blushing, Olivia bit her lip and replied, "I'm afraid of the cold."

Suddenly, Ethan realized that she must be extremely thin to look fit even under so many layers of clothes. As his palm rested on the small of her back, he could feel her spine.

It was as if there was no flesh to separate her skin from her bones, and he wondered how she became so thin. The lustful thoughts he'd had just seconds ago vanished, replaced by a sheen of guilt.

Suddenly, Olivia glared at him, as though she'd only just realized what was happening.

In a tone that made it abundantly clear that she wasn't happy, she questioned, "