Ethan's wronged tone prompted Olivia to lift her head. He looked like an abandoned puppy with those teary eyes.

Was that the Ethan she knew? Or could it be that his body was possessed by a puppy's soul?

She responded wryly, "How can I help you?"

He tapped on her palm, and her face turned beet red.

She refused profusely, "No. I refuse. Don't even think about it."

"You don't move. I'll do it. How's that?"

Olivia's eyes widened at that, as she hadn't expected to hear that from Ethan.

"Don't worry, Liv. I won't touch you. This will do."

She was wearing silk pajamas. The thin fabric rendered the sensation as raw as it could be.

He panted right next to her ear, and she felt so embarrassed about it.

Covering her eyes with the back of her hands, Olivia scolded, "You're mean, Ethan Miller!"

He hummed in response. "I am mean, so what? A mean person like me loves you and will love you for the rest of his life."

Her heart raced. "Cut it out, you jerk!"

Ethan's panting became heavier.